Chapter three: Explosions at Ollivander's

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

RIVER POV

"Breeze, River, let's go," Moss came up to us.

I sighed putting down the book I was reading. It was called Potions and Whatnot . Potions was one of my favourite subjects, besides Defence Against the Dark Arts. We walked out and I followed her to where Flame and Grandpa Potter were waiting.

"Ready to find your wands?" he asked.

"Duh," Flame said.

Breeze nodded.

"Okay?" Moss said nervous.

"Alright" I replied. We walked to the little shop that was Ollivander's Wand Shop.

"I'll be right out" someone called from the back room.

There was one rickety old chair in the room and Grandpa Potter sat in it.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you all, first time shopping for wands? I thought so. I don't recognize you. Well who would like to go first?"

We all looked at Flame. "Me, I guess," she mumbled, and adjusted her red hair so her lightning shaped scar was hidden.

We didn't really know how she got her scar, only when it happened. Grandpa Potter and Flame liked to keep it secret. We all have our secrets. Mine is my father is a werewolf.

The rest of us didn't care. Flame was Flame.

"Okay, come and stand over here," he pointed.

Ollivander handed her a wand. Flame pointed it at the flowers, on a desk (bad idea Flame) and the flowers caught fire.

"Oops," she grinned.

"Guess it's not that one…"

This went on for quite sometime, Flame broke a desk, a window, three shelves, and set fire to a stack of papers.

In the end she had a nine and three quarter inch, cedar, Phoenix feather wand.

"Breeze's turn!" Flame announced.

"Oh great," she mumbled, and stepped forward.

After about a half an hour, Breeze had a six and three quarter inch wand, with a center of Unicorn Hair,.

Next was Moss. She had the first wand she was given. Chestnut, fifteen and five eighths of an inch, Dragon Heartstring.

"Kay River, your turn," Moss smiled nicely.

I stepped forward, nervous, as Ollivander handed me a wand. The desk exploded. "Oops! I'm so sorry!" I shrieked. "I can't believe I did that!"

Ollivander sighed, but handed me an other wand. I held it in my hand, and I felt… it was really hard to explain. Warm, but cold at the same time, and many feelings contradicting each other.

"Oak, with unicorn tail core, seven and a third inches," the wand maker said.

I smiled.

Once Grandpa Potter paid for the wands, we were on our way to Flourish and Botts.

We walked around the shop, and I looked at the list of books, about three minutes in.

"We need The Standard Book of Spells: Grade One; by Miranda Goshawk, A History of Magic -"

"We get is River, we need a lot of books," Flame rolled her eyes.

I looked down at my feet. "I figured knowing the books we need will help."

"Oh, Riv, don't be upset!" Breeze wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

"It's fine Breeze. Don't worry," I replied.

"What potion book do we need?" Moss asked. "I'll look for those."

"I'll look for transfiguration!" Flame announced.

"And I'll find Defence Against the Dark Arts," Breeze said.

"Moss, you find Magical Drafts and Potions, Flame find A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration , Breeze find The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, and I guess I'll find everything else," I said. That

I'll have to find A History of Magic; The Standard Book of Spells: Grade One; Magical Theory; One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi; and Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them.

"How about we split the rest in half, River?" Grandpa Potter asked.

"Sure," I smiled. "I don't mind finding them all, but if you wish, we could."

He looked at the list over my shoulder. "I'll find Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them, and One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi."

I nod, and set off to find A History of Magic; The Standard Book of Spells: Grade One and Magical Theory.

I headed off to the right of the front of the shop. I walked with my hand running along the spines of the books, reading the titles. Hogwarts; A History, Why Are Muggles Different?, The Housewife's Book of Cleaning Spells.

Ah ha! A History of Magic! I grabbed four copies, one for each of us. Now I just have The Standard Book of Spells; Grade One and Magical Theory.

"Do you need any assistance, Miss?" an employee walked over, and asked.

"Can you point me in the direction of the books a First Year at Hogwarts would need?" I asked.

"They're in the front, that's where all the Hogwarts texts are."

"I must have missed them. Thank you," I said, turning to go back towards the front of the shop.

I collected the texts, and waited for the others to return. While I was waiting, I picked up the book I was reading earlier, Potions and Whatnot. It was meant for older witches and wizards, but I have always read books above my age level. I have been reading novels since I was seven. Once, out of pure boredom, I read the dictionary from cover to cover, and when I was finished, I read a French-English dictionary.

Flame walked over, carrying four books, followed by Moss. "River, why do you insist on reading? It's a waste of time."

"Flame, dear, I enjoy reading. It is not a waste of time, it's simply a good way to educate yourself," I replied as Breeze walked over.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"Yes."

Now that went on for quite sometime, until Grandpa Potter joined us.

"Grandpa, is reading a good way to educate yourself?" Flame asked.

"Yes," Grandpa replied, and I stuck my tongue out at Flame.

"Ha ha, I was right!"

All Flame did was roll her eyes.

: A/N: I know it took a long time but I tend to be a slow writer. I'm trying really hard. And Riv, is pronounced how you pronounce River, but with out the Er.