Originally Posted by Zieko

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."