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Miranda is looking at wands. She wants two, but she isn't going to spring that on Ollivander until she's found a first one. This fir is not right. Neither is this birch, that stubby little rosewood, or this ebony. Hmm.

Aha!

This pine wand (phoenix feather core) likes her just fine. Sparks! Miranda pays seven Galleons for it and sticks it in her hair.

"Excuse me," she says, when Ollivander turns away.

"Mm?"

"May I have a look at some more wands?"

"Something wrong with the one you've got, Miss Swan?"

"No, sir, but please, I want a second one, in case this one gets lost or damaged."

"Planning on that, are you?"

"No one plans to lose things, I just -"

"Planning to mistreat the wand? Leave it lying around? Forget about it someplace, carelessly handle it -?"
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"Wands!"

An unreasonably happy teenager pokes his head through the doorframe, followed by the rest of himself, followed by a girl with the wide-eyed look of an eleven-year-old Muggleborn in Diagon Alley, two parentals, and a harried-looking old witch.

"This is where wands happen! Or so I'm told."
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"It's where wand singular happens," mutters Miranda, as Ollivander stops paying attention to her and smiles at the newcomers.

"Hello," Ollivander says to the newcomers, principally focused on the eleven-year-old for obvious reasons.
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The eleven-year-old shrinks behind her larger companion. "I- wands."

"She needs a wand. I also need a wand, I've been working with antiques. Are they particularly singular?" Ari asks Miranda curiously. "I've got spares. Could wash the blood off, even."
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"He wouldn't let me buy a second one for a spare," Miranda explains.

Ollivander sighs and takes measurements from the new kids and starts summoning heaps of boxed wands for them to try.
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Ari cooperates with the autonomous tape measure, though an inadvertent tickle results in undignified and highly dangerous flailing. "Spare? Huh. I like that idea. Nimue knows I'm probably going to break at least one."

Sally nods. "I- also, also want, a spare. I like- safety."

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"Your wand is going to be your most important possession," says Ollivander. "You should not be planning on mistreating it."

"Nobody spends seven Galleons on a wand planning to break it," says Miranda, "but it's the most important possession we're going to have and that means if something did happen it would be very bad and it would be good to have a spare instead of having to owl-order a new one without a chance to test it."

"Miss Swan, most wizards go their entire lives with a single wand," says Ollivander. "What were your names?" he adds to the newcomers.
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"Ari. Ariel K- Smith."

"I'm Sally," manages Sally.

"To be fair, sir, I have broken a lot of my most important possessions. Like priceless artifacts. And my skull. And priceless skull artifacts."
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"I will sell you one wand apiece," says Ollivander.

"That doesn't make any business sense," complains Miranda. "If it's profitable to sell one each at seven -"

"That is final," says Ollivander, and Miranda grits her teeth.
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Ari grins. "It's okay, girl person, other places sell wands. Do you want to come to France with us and get some? We're not shopping here anymore, this guy's a schmuck."

The harried witch puts her face in her hands.
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"France is a bit far to be going shopping," says Miranda. "I'm Miranda. Mr. Ollivander, could you recommend anywhere nearby that will sell me a second wand?"

"My wands are the finest -"

"I'm not criticizing your wand quality. I tried to buy two here!"

Ollivander sniffs. "There are some secondhand shops which may have something." He writes down an address for her.
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"...We can teleport, you know. There's three entirely distinct ways to teleport. And France would be better than a secondhand shop anyway, secondhand wands are kind of crap."

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"I can't Apparate, I don't have a Portkey to France, and even if I knew where to Floo, I don't speak French and Mum wouldn't like me to go alone."

"If that will be all the purchases today," says Ollivander, "perhaps you could conduct this conversation outside of my shop."
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Ari and company exit. "Miss Halliwell knows where to Floo, I speak French, and there's a bunch of grown-ups here. Or we could bring your mum along."

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"Mum's busy moving in to the new apartment or she would have come with me to go shopping," says Miranda. "I'm going to at least try the secondhand shop, but if I don't find anything and you're still going to go to France I can ask her if I can come along."

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"Sure! We'll be getting familiars at Eeylop's."

"Weren't we going to get stationery?" attempts Ms. Halliwell.

"Yes," agrees Ari. "We'll be getting familiars."

The professor makes a small noise of despair.

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"Oh, I want to get an owl too, but I think I'd better try for a second wand first in case it winds up doing something unexpected to my budget. Maybe I'll run into you there."

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"Sure!" He traipses merrily off, entourage in tow.

Some time later, he may be found making faces at a cat in the pet shop. The apparent parents are not present, but Sally is looking intensely at kneazles, and Ms. Halliwell is having a drink by the toads.
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Miranda comes in with two wands crisscrossed in her hair. "Hi! I won't need to come with you to France after all, I found a second wand that likes me a whole lot."

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"Ooh, nice. Want to come anyway? You're interesting and I need human friends. And France is neat, from what I've heard."

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"I can ask. First I'm going to buy an owl."

Miranda goes and introduces herself to owls. A pretty barn owl presents herself and permits petting and picking-up; Miranda purchases her and associated owl supplies.
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Ari acquires an eagle owl and a salamander, which is fished out of a small firepit and deposited in his hands.

Sally selects a single-tailed Crup, but returns it after the shopkeeper tells her conversationally that they were bred for Muggle-hunting. She somewhat tearily chooses a half-Kneazle with very soft fur and hugs it with determination. "Wizards," she mumbles disgruntledly.
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"Yeah," sighs Miranda. "Wizards. Where did your parents go? I'm not sure my mum would believe you're allowed to go to France if there weren't any parents."

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"Her parents had a business emergency. I'm trustworthy and they can leave Sally with me. Or maybe Ms. Halliwell's trustworthy, but I kind of doubt it. Anyway, I saved Sally's life once. Like a week ago. Trustworthiness all over the place."

"You're still- not a chaperone," Sally points out. "It's Ms. Halliwell."

Ari pouts, but does not contest the point.
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"How old are you?" Miranda wonders of Ari.

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"Uh... somewhere between thirteen and fifteen?"

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