Hmmm, a wand ...

[Hawkes Voddher]

Hawkes walked in to Olivanders in almost a rage. A passerby in Diagon Alley, had just about knocked him over. If it werent for his quick raction his bottom, would have ended up in a nice big murky puddle.

"Hello Mr. Olivander? "

Hawkes could smell the different woods, the stillness of the room and utter quiet made the hairs on his neck stand.

"Hello?"

Then Hawkes heard a sublte rustling in coming from deep behind the counter.

"Mr. Olivander if you can hear me, I have come for my wand. The numbers that come to mind are 11-11-11-11."

[Prof. James Coppergold]

"Oh, yes boy, I can hear you!" Mr. Ollivander said as he poked his head from below the counter. Let me see if I can find the wand for you!" He walked into his back room. He came back with a long red box. He opened it up and took out a short-looking wand. "This wand is made of willow, has a length of eight and one-quarter inches long, has a core of salamander bone, and is great for traveling spells." Hawkes took the wand from Mr. Ollivander and paid the required 15 galleons. He walked out of the store that day to continue his back-to-school shopping.