I was always dreaming about the day I would get my wand.  I figured mine would be awesome, because, like, I'M awesome.  It would do magic that would attract the ladies, making them fawn over me.  And I'd already practiced the sexy ways to hold onto a wand: behind the ear, in the back pocket, between the two fingers like a cigarette.

And, of course, it would give me the upper hand against my annoying little brother, Regulus.  I wouldn't mind putting a curse on him every now and then.  Actually, more like every day.

But when I walked into Ollivanders, looking as hot as ever, there was something else there worth dreaming about.

This cute guy with dirty blonde hair was standing there, obviously waiting for a wand.

I cursed silently.  God damn it!  How can I make this dude mine?  He was one of those people that you can never forget.  Adorable little scars adorned his cheeks.  I let out a tiny squeal that made him turn around.

I really couldn't control myself.  This kid was so fricking smexy.

"Are..you okay?" he asked.

Grinning awkwardly, I gave him a thumbs up.  He nodded and turned back around.

Holy shit....I suck at this flirting thing! I told myself, wringing my hands in anxiety.

Soon he was getting his wand and leaving the store.  I stared wistfully after him.

Whoever he is....I will find him!  I promised myself.  I don't know his name, but its probably something hot.

Little did I know what was going to happen only a week later.