The Magical Girl
Kawaii Queen
Aria wildly waved her arm in return, and called back,"Totally! I'll see you there!", before turning reluctantly to return her attention to the wand maker that stood before her. He was a rather wizened, old wizard, his complexion a minefield of strange spots and frightful folds, and his hair, a wispy white. Upon taking in the man's appearance in it's entirety, Aria decided quickly that the eccentric eleven year old she had met a few moments previous was far from the thinnest human she had ever had the displeasure of encountering, as this man was truly skeletal. He was absolutely emaciated, his aged, angular bones pushing persistently at soft, sallow flesh, as if they were attempting to make an escape from the confines of his frail frame. His dark eyes glittered with mischief and what remained of his lips pushed upward into a knowing grin. He was nightmarish, but, at least for the moment, Aria would have to be courageous and conduct business with this monster of a man. Swallowing her fear, she stuttered,
"Uh- Hello, Mr. Olivander"
Aria might have imagined it, but she though she saw his eyes were gleaming fiendishly, beetle black pits of endless ebony, as he replied,
"Yes, hello. You, my dear, must be Aria Sterne, if I am not mistaken." She frowned at him and reposed, "Well, yeah, and I'd like to get my wand, please." Mr. Olivander raised a single, silver eyebrow and observed, with inappreciable amusement, "Impatient, are we? Yes, I can find a wand that might take a liking to you." And with that, he swiftly swiveled on his heel and began steadily searching the endless supply of stuffed shelves for a wand that might suit his customer. His first selection was an eight inch black thorn, with a unicorn hair core, perfect he believed, with someone possessing an attitude such as hers. Unfortunately, however, upon attempting to swing the wand and conjure some sort of positive effect, Aria found herself encompassed by dark, dusky smoke. It, Olivander decided, seemed to detest her. He pulled another from the shelf, a fifteen inch redwood, with a phoenix feather core, hoping it might suit her large personality, but inevitably it only emitted an earsplitting sound upon coming into contact with her fingers and had to be set back in it's box. He tried a third, a thirteen inch cherry wood wand with a dragon heartstring core, oddly bendy.
Aria knew it was her wand when he pulled it from the shelf, beautiful, thin, elegant, and decorated with a delightful floral design. It was burgundy, a shade of sweet wine and strawberry candy. And when it rested against her palm, it seemed to warm her, it felt like home. It was perfect. Raising her arm high in the air, and squeezing her eyes shut, she flicked the stretch of wood once, twice, three, times. Upon opening her eyes, she found she had conjured a small collection of cherry blossoms from thin air. Her mother gasped with elation, and her father gazed at the petals she had produced for a moment, as if in disbelief, before looping his long arms around her small figure for a hug.
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Aria entered Madame Malkins, grinning from ear to ear, and cheerily chirped, "Bec! Bec! Guess what? I got a cherry wood wand! It's so, so cool! What wood did you get?"
@QueenEmma @CelestialBunny
"Uh- Hello, Mr. Olivander"
Aria might have imagined it, but she though she saw his eyes were gleaming fiendishly, beetle black pits of endless ebony, as he replied,
"Yes, hello. You, my dear, must be Aria Sterne, if I am not mistaken." She frowned at him and reposed, "Well, yeah, and I'd like to get my wand, please." Mr. Olivander raised a single, silver eyebrow and observed, with inappreciable amusement, "Impatient, are we? Yes, I can find a wand that might take a liking to you." And with that, he swiftly swiveled on his heel and began steadily searching the endless supply of stuffed shelves for a wand that might suit his customer. His first selection was an eight inch black thorn, with a unicorn hair core, perfect he believed, with someone possessing an attitude such as hers. Unfortunately, however, upon attempting to swing the wand and conjure some sort of positive effect, Aria found herself encompassed by dark, dusky smoke. It, Olivander decided, seemed to detest her. He pulled another from the shelf, a fifteen inch redwood, with a phoenix feather core, hoping it might suit her large personality, but inevitably it only emitted an earsplitting sound upon coming into contact with her fingers and had to be set back in it's box. He tried a third, a thirteen inch cherry wood wand with a dragon heartstring core, oddly bendy.
Aria knew it was her wand when he pulled it from the shelf, beautiful, thin, elegant, and decorated with a delightful floral design. It was burgundy, a shade of sweet wine and strawberry candy. And when it rested against her palm, it seemed to warm her, it felt like home. It was perfect. Raising her arm high in the air, and squeezing her eyes shut, she flicked the stretch of wood once, twice, three, times. Upon opening her eyes, she found she had conjured a small collection of cherry blossoms from thin air. Her mother gasped with elation, and her father gazed at the petals she had produced for a moment, as if in disbelief, before looping his long arms around her small figure for a hug.
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Aria entered Madame Malkins, grinning from ear to ear, and cheerily chirped, "Bec! Bec! Guess what? I got a cherry wood wand! It's so, so cool! What wood did you get?"
@QueenEmma @CelestialBunny
