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Arya laughed at her friend while she got up to crack open the window,letting in a small gust of wind that felt good blowing threw her hair."You won't freeze Allison" she winked at her friend before ploping back down on her seat.
"Hey Katherine! this is Perseus just in case you were wondering" Arya looked at the book Katherine was reading with little care until she heard what it was about."At twelve really? he must be an amazing wizard. What was his patronus?" This was the one spell that Arya really wanted to learn as she had seen it so many times from her father and Noah.
Arya and Perseus both looked at the candy as it floated into her hands. As she took the candy out of the air she looked at Allison's wand. It was a nice one and she wondered what it was made of. "Allison, what kind of wand do you have."She opened the candy and bite it inhalf and looked in the center as if she expected somthing to happen.
Arya looked at the book, not the first book she would pickup to read or want to read for that matter. But she still gave a small smile to Anastasia, "Doing some reading before classes?" Arya had her fair share of books for school and pleasure in her trunk, but she didn't plan on doing any reading while on the the train.
"Yesss!"Words couldn't begin to discribe how excited she was to finally be going to Hogwarts, she had to talk herself out of wearing her robes on the train."What do you plan to do when you get there?Are you a first year as well?" Arya looked at the girl more closely, she seemed to be there age, but she wanted to be sure. She held Perseus, petting him as he purred with content.
Sighing Allison looked at her wand and remembered the day she had gotten it done. They had made a quick detour to France, where her mother had said a very close friend of hers was interested in acquiring Allison's wand. It had been quite simple really. She had been asked questions, she has swished a few wands, and Allison had overheard it had to be 'custom made.'
"11 2/3" Veela Hair core, pliable." Allison had pestered her mother on how the man had gotten a Veela Hair, but her mother laughed and said the man had several tricks up his sleeve. She really didn't care what her wand was made of. The day she had touched it, it was as if Allison had met a long awaited partner. The air had blown and the sweet smell of Eastern Lilies had reached her nose, it was then when her wand had sparked a light blue ray that she knew she had met the one.
"The man who made it said it'd be good for transfiguration..." frowning Allison remembered what had bugged her most about that trip,
"He also made fun of me. He was laughing at me when he told my mum how the wand meant wisdom, authority, endurance, and protection...but that the veela hair had 'skwood her ovaaer.' Bah, that either I was very temperamental or I was going to be unpredictable. Go figure! I don't believe it that sort of thing. What you have represents what you are. Heck no! The wand chooses it's master. Well whatever..."
She really didn't have a good comeback for the wand being as it was. But she was
NOT temperamental.
SHE REALLY WASN'T!
Catching Arya staring at the chocolate Allison laughed,
"Muggle chocolates don't do anything Arya. Although my grandma is trying to convince grandpop to let her charm some. At least for the wizarding customers."