Speaking: "hello"
speaking elven: *"teacher ha, what a joke"*
Thinking: 'no I will not'
Spells: ("Lumos")
Elven Spells: (*"Light orb"*)
Shouting: "STOP"
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Diagon Alley:
Theoden pov:
As I walk down the weirdest street I have ever seen, I was fascinated by the buildings and shops I saw along the way.
It was early in the morning, there was a chill in the morning air. It was nice to see all the wizards and witches appear for their morning errands.
As I walk I could feel the surrounding magic pull as though it was guiding me to an unknown place.
I did not feel any danger from the magic, it felt as though it was a mother pulling and guiding her child to the place where they would find all the answers to their current predicaments.
I felt safe and loved by the mana, I could feel it caress me as though I was it's child. I did not mind it but instead felt happy that it was as if i was with my own mother.
As much as that seems impossible considering, well I don't technically have birth parents because I was born by the world tree or Yggdradils.
In my inherited memories the very first elves were born by the world tree, they later broke off into different elfen species and types. However they all came from the first elves.
Even then elves can be born from other trees but it will affect the type and potential they possess.
As my thoughts reached this point I found I had arrived at a shop. The shop had two windows on either side of the door in the middle.
Above was a sign that read (Ollivanders makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.).
I stared at the shop's sign in doubt about how long this store has been open for. I turned to the right window where a wand is set on a purple pillow.
I pushed open the door to go inside, the shop was double storey with shelves though the whole interior, lining all of the walls. I smelled dust and wood in the store as I entered a bell rang and the floor groaned as I stepped on the wooden floor.
As I looked around I felt a mana ripple behind me. I turned around to see a man with white hair and sliver eyes that as if they could see in to your very soul.
He had a very surprised look on his face as though he was seeing something impossible in front of him.
I just turned my head to the side my eyes changing colors as I looked into his eyes, my ears twitching with curiosity.
"Good morning" I said
Ollivanders pov:
I hear the door open and the bell ring. I find it a bit weird for someone to come into my store this early. I go around behind the shelves to surprise my customer.
But I was not the one to surprise them today for I was the one surprised. What I fond was a little boy with a lean body type as though made for agility and movement.
He had sliver hair with streaks of different colors appearing and disappearing, well flashing like stars on the sliver sky.
But it was not the hair that was most surprising to me but his ears, his twitching ears were long and pointed and poked out of his long hair.
He spun around to face me, his eyes now visible to me. They kept changing colour, but boy's appearance was not the thing that shook me so much.
It was the boy's race I had seen them before, the mystic elves. My own family had gotten to learn a lot of their knowledge about wands, wood and cores.
So I naturally knew about the elven race, they haven't been seen in Britain, they vanished during the witch hunts.
As I looked at the elf before me I heard him speak.
"Good morning" he said
"Ah yes a very wonderful morning, now what can I help you with little elf. After all elves use staffs not wands, so what can I do for you young man?" I said
The boy just raised an eyebrow at my question. Then he smiled at me and said
"I am looking for a way to earn money, this is a wand store correct?"
I just nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"Good, then I would like to offer my service in wood craving and wand creation."
I just looked at him for what felt like minutes. Till I replied.
"Very well Mr...?" As I waited for his answer I watched his eyes sparkle and glow.
"Theoden Mírë at your service" He said with a smile and a little bow.
Theoden pov:
As I followed the old man who called himself (Ollivander) deeper into the store he took me to a workshop past all the wand boxes.
There he took out some wood and cores for me to start work. He went to the door and gestured for me to start my work.
"Go ahead and start with your work, I will watch to make sure you do not mess up" Ollivander said
I just nodded and sat down in front of the materials. I thought about which technique to use for this task.
I decided to go for the best one for me to train my control over magic and my focus. I started by feeling which wood and cores I should put together.
I did not look at it from my perspective but the future user, the lucky one the wand would pick. I ended up using my magic to float a dragon heartstring as the core with a blackthorn wood block.
I used my magic technique to fuse the core and wood together to create a wand 12 inches long before presenting my finished work to Ollivander.
Ollivander inspected the wand from top to bottom and put it up to his ear to listen. He smiled at me and said
"Beautiful work perfect and powerful but flexible wand Mr. Theoden you have created"
He continued
"Well you are hired to help create wands as long as you like to. You will be paid for each wand you create and sell Mr. Theoden"
I just smile back.
The End