(IC) Diagon Alley
Rus' jaw hit the floor in a nearly literal way when the Black girl jumped the line and demanded her wand. Instinctively, he glanced back at his mother to see a black cloud cross her face. Rudeness was something Constance had no time for. Rus suspected it was more about people knowing their proper places. Whatever the case, he smiled at her then waited while the girl went through the rigmarole of a wand selecting her, "It isn't the witch that selects the wand, but the wand that selects the wizard. They often know things about us even we don't know. Supposed to be the same with the sorting hat."
Once she was done, he stepped up and was ushered to a stool. He obediently stood still and accepted the self-measuring tape measure's assault. He was used to it having been custom fit for robes and such most of his life.
A minute or so into the automatic probe, the old man brought a box to him and opened it. Rus reached in to take the wand but snatched his hand back when a sensation like static electricity leaped into his finger, "Ahhh, that's interesting. Same wood as his sister."
"My sister? Which one?" He had four of them after all. But the man was off into his stacks again. Rus pouted a bit and huffed even as the man returned with another box. This time, Rus was able to take the wand up, but a foul smell began to fill the room causing the man to snatch it back, "Ahh, not unicorn's hair then. Perhaps a bit long as well. Tell me, how do you feel about giants?"
"Giants? Never met one, really." He glanced back and saw the look on Constance's face and stood up straighter, "A-awful brutes!" The man eyed him for a second the darted back into the precarious stacks of boxes.
A few moments later, the man returned with a strange box. A dark burnt orange color with red trim. The man opened the box a bit slowly like it might fall to pieces, "A bit old this one. Never found the right home. Been on that shelf nearly two decades. A core from an Chinese Fireball, twelve and a half inches long, reasonably supple, but the wood is a bit rare."
Rus looked at the wand and saw something strange indeed. instead of the straight sleek wand the others had, his twisted and double back on itself once. The wood was pretty, a rich brown color, and the handle had a carving of a dragon's head. "The handle and wand were carved to resemble the dragon that gave the core. A rather spirited female with a penchant for mangoes. Try it."
Rus picked the wand up and immediately felt a whooshing sensation run up his arm. A shower of golden sparks erupted from the tip and he found himself grinning at his mother who scowled back a moment but then smiled happily in the face of her son's joy. Putting it back in the box, he moved to the counter to pay with the others.
"Trimeresurus Aspis Slughorn! Manners!" The whip-like crack of his full nme in the air had his shoulders hunched up around his ears to protect them and he turned slowly to stare a moment like a startled deer. He swallowed slowly then looked to the elderly man again and bobbed his head, "Thank you, sir. I'll do my best to bring honor to the wand."
He then scampered to pay his mother trailing tolerantly behind and smiling apologetically at the proprietor as she handed over the coin. Rus was already moving to the others to show off his new companion, I can't wait to start practicing magic, yeah?" He almost swished the wand but stopped and smiled at the others.
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