"Alright, we've gotten everything except books and wands, and pets if you wish," Professor Sprout finally announced.

Hermione was beaming.

"There's Flourish and..." Professor Sprout's voice trailed off.

Ivy looked over. It was Harry again, with the giant man. She clearly doesn't want somebody over there, either Hermione or I probably. But why?

"Anybody want a pet? Owl, cat, or toad," Professor Sprout asked quickly.

"Owls send wizarding mail, right?" Ivy asked.

"Yes."

"Then I want an owl," she decided.

"Then we should head to Eeylops Owl Emporium," Professor Sprout led them to a strange looking shop with strange noises coming out.

When they walked in the noises suddenly got louder, and Ivy started looking around in awe. Higher up were owls in little cages, and lower were different cats, and you could hear some toads farther back.

"What type of owl could I get?"

"Any kind you can think of."

Ivy saw snowy owls, barn owls, and so many other types of owls, many of which she didn't know the name of, but one caught her eye. A tawny owl, Ivy was pretty sure was the species.

"Ooh, that tawny owl up there."

Professor Sprout looked up, "I'll ask the shopkeeper. Can you hand me the money? It's eight galleons."

Ivy grabbed eight gold coins, "It's the gold ones, right?"

Professor Sprout nodded, and Ivy handed her the money.

"That owl is so cute," Hermione noted.

Evelyn put her hand on her adoptive daughter, "The owl looks perfect, sweetie."

Suddenly, the bell rang as the door opened, and the giant man walked in, only without the boy. He saw Ivy and his eyes quickly widened, before he blinked and brought them back to normal.

" 'Ello Pomona," he smiled, acting like he hadn't been staring at Ivy like she was an eldritch horror

Where is Harry though?

"Hagrid," Professor Sprout turned around with the owl, and acknowledged him, noticing that Harry was absent. She walked over towards Ivy, holding the owl and cage out. 

Ivy took it gently, and looked into the owl's eyes. They were chocolate colored, and she smiled. The owl hooted in response.

"I think I'll name you..." Ivy's voice trailed off as she thought.

"Rowena, Helga, Helena...there are so many great famous witch names!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Rowena, like Rowena Ravenclaw? Yeah, I did a little research," Ivy said proudly.

"Yes, and Helga like Helga Hufflepuff, and Helena like Rowena's daughter...ooh or you could—"

"Rowena. I like that one. It suits her," Ivy interrupted.

"That's a beautiful name," Myles Granger stepped in.

Ivy smiled, "Now I suppose we get books, right? Then wands."

"Your parents and I can get books. It would be great if you two got wands on your own. It's an important time, and I think it'll be better if we're not there," Professor Sprout explained.

"I won't get to pick out boo—"

"Sounds great! We can get more books later, right?"

"Oh, of course," Professor Sprout assured Hermione. "Oh, and Ollivander's is over there." She pointed outside the window and towards an old looking shop.

Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC

"That's old," Ivy said.

"382 BC was a long time ago..." Hermione's voice trailed off.

"Yes, I'm aware," Pomona Sprout sighed. "But he's the best wand maker that has ever been."

"Alright, let's go!" Ivy sprinted out the door.

"WAIT!" Hermione ran after her.

In seconds Ivy was inside of the store, and she saw an extremely old man.

"Ah, Miss...Granger, and Miss. Granger," the man said, "I assume you are here for wands. Mr. Potter is over there, trying his thirty first wand..." the old man pointed at Harry, who was surrounded in broken flowerpots. "No no no, not this one," he took the wand from Harry and gave him a new one. "I'm Mr. Ollivander."

"So...wands?" Ivy asked excitedly.

"Ah, Miss, try this one. Unicorn hair, sequoia wood, 11 3/4 in length, quite bendy flexibility, " Mr. Ollivander handed Ivy a wand. "10 3/4", vine wood, dragon heartstring," he handed one to Hermione.

"Uh...Mr. Ollivander..." Harry was holding another broken flower pot.

"Ok, try this one," Mr. Ollivander handed Harry a new wand. "Unusual combination: holly and phoenix feather, and 11" "

Hermione waved her own wand eagerly, pointing at one of the many broken flowerpots, and the flowerpot pieces levitated up and connected again, making it appear that the flowerpot had never been broken.

Ivy, meanwhile, waved her own wand, and accidentally broke Harry's glasses. Now that she studied them, they didn't seem particularly difficult to break. There was scotch tape taping them at all sides, and already there had been a small crack in the right lens.

"Mr. Ollivander...?" Ivy asked.

"Good job, Miss. Granger," Ollivander was talking to Hermione.

"Sorry, Harry," Ivy said sheepishly.

"It's fine," he said. "Happens more than you think, just not...magically."

They chuckled together.

"Oh, sorry Miss. Granger, I see that...oh," Mr. Ollivander saw Harry's glasses.

"Oculus reparo," Hermione said, waving her wand at Harry's glasses. The glasses slowly fixed, the scotch tape disappearing.

"Thanks," Harry took the glasses off and looked them over.

"How did you know that spell?"

"I asked Professor Sprout if she would teach me a few easy spells while we were waiting for you at Gringotts. This just happened to be one of them," Hermione said in her know-it-all voice, emphasizing just a few words.

"You've done well for your first true spell," Mr. Ollivander acknowledged, nodding. "And as for you, Miss...Granger, here is another wand. Phoenix feather, alder wood, 10 1/4 inches."

Harry, meanwhile, was about the wave his wand before it glowed.

"Damn..." Ivy whispered.

"Curious...very curious..." Mr. Ollivander murmured.

"Curious?" Harry asked, engrossed in the wand.

"It is curious that you should be destined for this one, when its brother...its brother ga—"

CRASH

"Whoops," Ivy said quietly, looking at yet another broken flowerpot.

"You destroyed the moment," Hermione hissed.

"I noticed. Shuddup," Ivy hissed back.

Mr. Ollivander picked up where he left off, "When its brother gave you that scar."

There was a long silence that really consisted of about thirty seconds.

"Now, Ivy, try this wand. Dragon heartstring, spruce wood, 9 3/4 inches in length, and quite bendy flexibility," Mr. Ollivander handed Ivy another wand.

She looked it over curiously, and lifted it to point at a non-broken flowerpot. Expecting shards everywhere, everyone ducked, but instead something else happened.

A small little bud snaked its way out of the soil, before opening to reveal a pink rose. It then continued to grow, snaking its way towards Hermione. She smiled and moved forward to smell it, and a leaf reached towards her and slapped her across the face in a slap only described as a bitch slap.

Hermione glared at Ivy, who shrugged, and watched as the plant retreated to a normal size in the flowerpot.

There was a short silence.

"That will be ten galleons from each of you," Mr. Ollivander looked to each of them in turn: Hermione, Harry, then Ivy. His gaze hung on Ivy for a little bit, gears turning behind his tired eyes and grayed hair, but he didn't speak.

Silently, each of them handed over their money, only the clink of coins interrupting the silence.

Hermione, Harry, and Ivy all turned to leave, but Ivy hesitated, hearing something from Ollivander.

"—be intrigued by that choice."