While saying goodbye to Helga and promising to come by some other time, Willow walks towards the kitchen. Tickling the pear until it turns into a doorknob, she spots her older sister covered in flour and butter. "Helena? What did you do to become a flour monster?" Willow smiles as she sees her, while Helena turns scarlet pink all the way to her ears.
"C-Cooking is harder than it looks" She stammers as she asks the elves to cast a cleaning spell. Willow grins as she grabs Helena by the hand. "Let's go, it seems like our wand will be arriving any minute now". Remembering the way they came, Willow and Helena run back towards the great hall.
"You are late, we have been waiting here for quite some time. Now hurry up and receive your wands" Rowena points toward the table where mr. Ollivander could be seen sitting with a cup of tea.
"Good day to you little misses. Now come forward, if I remember correctly, miss Helena was first." Ollivander picks up a dark brown box and takes out a wand. "Your hand please" Helena holds out her right hand and takes her wand in hand. Blue glowing water appears and twirls around her, and slowly dissipates above her.
"Yes, the tail feather of a thunderbird and Vine wood. 14 inches and is quite supple. A fine and most unusual wand. I don't work too often with Vine wood, but it'll protect you well. Handle it well for the thunderbird has great temperament and requires firm handling. It also represents overcoming your weaknesses and change for that is what it takes to use it's feathers". Ollivander smiles as he seems to have enjoyed making a wand made of Vine wood.
"Next is miss Willow, you requested two wands. One with Occamy and apple wood 15,5 inches, and the other with a phoenix feather and chestnut 16 inches. I must say I'm surprised by the results. Though I have worked with Phoenix feathers before, Occamy is a first. Now take it, tell me how it feels" Ollivander tired of waiting puts the wand in Willows hand. Green light spills in the room as plants start to grow.
"Yes, a nice combination. For the Ocammy is violent en protects it's own, while the apple wood stands for nature and harmony with creatures. Now try the other one, Phoenixes are quit prideful and picky in their masters".
Ollivander takes the first wand out of Willows hand and offers the next one, trying not to offend it by handling it to roughly.
The moment Willow touches the wand, black flames appear in the shape of a phoenix. It flies a few rounds in the room and then disappears back into the wand. "Marvelous, a dual wielder! And both powerful wands. For the Phoenix feather foretells a great destiny. Now I must go. I wish you the best of day and wish you safe years to come" having said his last words Ollivander bows and packs up his bags.
As he takes his leave he walks towards the dungeon. Off toward the other founders and checking up on his creations.
Reaching for her new wands. Helena and Willow are eager to try out their new wand, only to be shot down by their own flesh and blood. "Now it's getting late, our lessens on how to use a wand will start tomorrow. And if I catch one of you using it before tomorrow, you will lose the right to use it until next year".
Helena and Willow gaped in disbelief having heard the warning. They both unhappily grunt as they promise not to use it till tomorrow. Which has proven to be the hardest task yet. Carrying a wand in their holder, but not being able to use it, no... forbidden to use it.
Though still exited to have the wand in their grasp. The twins walk towards the dining hall of the headmaster, only to hear the same discussion they hear every day. In the morning, afternoon and dawn.
Whenever the two old men are together they will quarrel about how each of them educates their students. And most importantly whom they teach to. For Salazar is trying to convince the other founders to ban muggle born wizards and witches to attend. Calling them a danger to their safe haven. This kind of banter will continue till Helga has enough of it and shuts them down. Verbally and physically.
As the twins walk in, they are just in time to see a chair flying across the room and landing on Godric's face. Although Salazar seems quit old, he can still nimbly dodge what is thrown his way. And in this case it was Willows chair. Godric blasts the chair apart with a spell, living only wood splinters as remains. His triumphant smile only lasted for a minute as he sees Willow staring at him with tears in her eyes. Willow made that chair by hand and decorated it with woodcarvings and paint. For all the furniture in the castle wasn't to her taste. Seeing the same chair blasted apart causes her heart to ache. His smile falters as his favorite 'niece' gives him a hurtful glare.
"W-W-Willow! It wasn't me! Helga threw it at me, and Salazar dodged. If they didn't do that I wouldn't..." Godric tries to explain, but even the surrounding elders look at him with eyes filled with disappointment.
"Godric she is only 10, how could you" Helga chimes in. While Rowena just looks at him coldly.
And not to disappoint Salazar retorts "I should have known not to have such high expectations of a Gryffindor, they break everything they touch".
Feeling a bit sorry for the child Salazar solemnly mutters "Why don't you come down to my chambers some time, we can find some ways to make him pay". A creepy yet satisfying smile appears on Salazars face.
Even though he doesn't like the wild child, he doesn't hate her either. Getting back at that old geezer together might be quite fun. Contemplating the idea Willow nods "Why ever not. Let's meet up tomorrow to think of some ideas". And like that the count down to Godric's penalty begins.