 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Holding the door open, Ivy patiently waited for her grandmother to walk into Ollivander's and tried not to fidget when she moved particularly slowly. Why today of all days Ivy didn't know, but as soon as she cleared the doorway Ivy let it swing shut without a second thought. She missed her grandmother's mischievous grin, as she usually did, taking in the shop and the shelves upon shelves of wand boxes. Who had spare attention for their grandmother when they were at Ollivander's? Not Ivy, that's for sure.
Easily locating and slipping into the queue for measurements, Ivy recalled the discussion they'd had a few times, about wand cores. See, Ivy really loved dragons, she always had, she thought they were by far the coolest magical creature in existence. Ivy also knew, because Grandmother told her, that dragon hearstrings were very common wand cores. Did Ivy want a wand like that? Or did she want a wand that doesn't have a piece of a dead dragon because a dead dragon is obviously a tragedy and Ivy doesn't want any part of that?
It had kept her up at night, truly. It also distracted her now, so much so that she completely missed her turn to step forward to the measuring tape. She only noticed when it thwacked her on the nose and she let out an indignant "hey!" before allowing it to get to work. She also ignored Grandma's loud chuckle by her side, but couldn't help her own little smile. This was finally happening.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end |