Cauldrons. The most bizarre object to do a report on. Yet Percy Weasley will end up with much more than a report on the thickness of cauldron bottoms, for He is rather keen on a witch for the first time since Penelope Clearwater, the witch that is...
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Three
Percy sat at his bedroom window. Everyone was in the Garden, yet he had shut himself in his room for some peace and quiet to get some more work done. Though as he heard yet another holler from outside, he had enough! He thrashed open his window, sticking his head out. "Would you lot be quiet, I, unlike the rest of this house am trying to work!"
He collected himself back inside, sitting down upon his chair with a huff. He looked to his tawny owl Hermes, that must have had the same idea as the rest of the house....to make a lot of noise. The owl squawked and screeched excitedly.
It was answered why Hermes was making such a fuss as another owl flew from over the meadow, and right through the open window.
He looked questionably at the letter in the creatures beak, taking it for himself. As he opened it hastily and read over the writing with quick eyes, he jumped up with a jolt, pocketing the letter.
"Percy, where are you going?" Fred called, standing near the mantle.
Percy halted, already half into the fireplace. His exceedingly rambunctious nerves were difficult to hide, but he contorted his face anyway into a regal composure before answering. "To the office, Er, Crouch has summoned me."
It had been a long time since Percy had so plainly lied through his teeth, but what would a little white lie pertaining to his whereabouts hurt?
Once he arrived at his destination, he pushed open the polished door, and tried his best to sleak around the exterior of the room, despite the attention drawn to him from the bell. Not that it mattered, as he noticed there must have been a good twenty people around.
He hesitantly walked down one of the isles to the back of the store, fixing his hair subconsciously as he did so. It was second nature really for himself to look groomed and presentable, unlike the disheveled nature of his siblings.
As he approached the next isle, his eyes focused onto the witch from afar. She was holding a wand box in her hand, and what Percy could tell by the crease in her brow, she was disgruntled over something to do with the object.
Her head turned, and he panicked, his chest tightening in sort of a way. This caused himself to stand up straight, instead of leaning on the nearest shelf as he had been.
"Oh goodness! How long have you been standing there?" She asked with a warm smile, yet her hand was clutched to her chest.
As he drew upon the correct answer, his mouth simply hung agape. "Er—."He shut it quickly. "I've only just gotten here."
He walked over to her, as only a proper person would do, instead of carry a conversation across half an isle, and tried to ignore his ears that for now were surely pink. It didn't help that his tall nature, resulted in him to tower a decent foot over the girl.
"Oh yes! I expect you would be needing an explanation." She placed the wand box back onto the shelf in its proper place, in turn taking out one with the box coated in violet velvet.
"Well you see—." She went on to explain. "I've been looking for you around the Alley. It's been a few days, but today I have to get a new wand. I didn't quite remember your address, but assumed Percy Weasley would be fine. And, Er, I thought you would be of help, and then we could go over some more things for your Cauldron report."
Percy thought about what the witch had just told him. Why would she ever need him to pick out a wand? Yet he wasn't unpleased with her decision.
She looked up at him anxiously. "Oh I'm terribly sorry, have I thought wrong? You must be very busy, we could go over to the shop now, I'll have plenty of time to choose a wand later."
"No!" He said rather suddenly. He recognized his desperate outburst, so regained his composure, clearing his throat. "I mean—. I'd love to be of assistance."
Her smile reappeared, Percy noticing within the short time of knowing her, she tended to hold this smile a lot.
"Okay." She spoke.
They both looked to the shelf with the absence of conversation. "Why is it again you need a wand?" He pressed curiously.
"I didn't say."
He felt stupid. "Right, um—."
"Well my wand of ten years has broke."
"I'm sorry." He said sincerely, knowing how important wands were to witches and wizards.
"Oh it's fine."
"Mind if I ask what happened to it?"
She let out a tiny laugh. "I set a Cauldron down on it. It's crushed."
He didn't know whether to feel amused or sorry. "Well, we will just have to find a better one won't we?"
She looked up at him with a slight turn at the corner of her lips. Percy had always been awful in making people feel better. Though the furlong sadness that appeared on the girl's features in front of him, reminded him of Ginny when she was sad. So he would do his best to lift her spirits.
She took out the wand in the box, giving it a wave, resulting in a few boxes to tumble of the nearest shelf.
"Maybe not." She spoke softly, putting it back.
They spent a good portion of an hour waving around lot's of sorts, from Dragon heart string to unicorn feather.
Aenwyn sighed, looking quite defeated.
"Come on we'll try one more." Percy said. "Which one?"
Aenwyn looked at the shelf in front of her. She turned her head, and began to walk off towards the back wall. The shelf she stood in front of now, was composed of worn looking boxes, not nearly as shiny or elegant as the ones they had already looked at. Percy watched as her fingertips trailed the ends of each box, gliding over them like a river over a stone in the river bed. She stopped, drawing back her hand.
Percy noticed she was looking upwards to the third top shelf nearly at the ceiling. His eyes shifted between the girl and the shelf. Daringly, he lifted his own arm, and fetched a random box for her, as it was surely out of her reach.
Hesitantly he handed her the box, and she opened it, taking the wand from within.
Percy watched anxiously, pursing his lips with anticipation.
She lifted it, muttering an incantation, and he watched in amazement as the silver mist of a Patronus erupted from the end of it. It danced around her, and he thought he was in a trance.
"Ms. Potage." A voice interrupted, allowing Percy to straighten up, the mist fading instantly.
"Oh hello, Mr. Ollivander Sir." Percy spoke, shaking the man's hand in a greeting.
"Buying a wand are we?" He asked, the wrinkles from his smile around his eyes disappearing as he turned to the witch.
"Yes, I'm afraid." She spoke.
"Let's have a look." He spoke humbly, holding the wand out in front of him, inspecting it rather intently. "Ah yes, Hornbeam. A fine wood, loves those with ambition and passion." The old man looked quickly to the red head before him. "Percy your wand is made of Hornbeam if I remember correctly?"
"Yes, it is." He answered shortly.
Ollivander tutted over the wand until all of a sudden he grew unnervingly silent.
"Sir? Sir is anything the matter?" Percy questioned.
"Basilisk horn." He stated.
"Basilisk horn?" Percy repeated.
"It's the wand's core."
"Is something wrong with Basilisk horn?" Aenwyn asked politely.
"Oh, no, certainly not. But I've never sold a single wand with such core. In-fact nobody has. The only person who has ever owned a wand with such material was---"
Both Percy and Aenwyn held their breaths.
"Salazar Slytherin"
The three remained silent. That was until Aenwyn spoke up, "I'll take it."
It was a little while later that the wand was purchased. "Hornbeam wood, Basilisk horn core, nine inches. There you are Ms. Potage." Ollivander spoke, handing her the box. "And do have a successful summer with the shop."
"Thank you." She bid goodbye, following Percy out of the shop.
Ollivander sat behind the front desk, his eyes on the two through the front window, them standing just outside. "curious" He muttered. For the only other person who had the same wand core as Percy Ignatius Weasley, was Godric Gryffindor.