Albus Severus Potter Wand Novels & Stories

And now, Ralph was saying that she was brought to meet him. "You must be Isabella." A smile was turned to the confused lady. "Nice to meet you." "Where is Albus?" Isabella blurted out and looked around the space she was in. She didn't expect the reply that came. "I am Albus." A gasp escaped the shocked lady. It was followed by a chuckle from the wizard. Albus looked... 35. Isabella could not give the wizard anything above that age. The wizard's hair was completely white and silky, captured with a string and styled into a ponytail that touched his lower back. His dark eyes looked vibrant, young, energetic. One could even mistake him for 29 and wouldn't be wrong.

Its color changed again and because dark indigo. "The power of metal, from both the earth and the sky," The Queen mumbled on, "grants the creature the mark of the past and the future." The color changed again. With magic items and powers boiling up in midair, there was finally the shape of a wand -- A wand that took the form of wood, but with metal grain in dark indigo carved all over its body. The wand was now a whole with no seam or parts indicating anything out of balance; and the bottom of it shone a bit watery blue light, like the deep dark ocean, while the tip a shred of ice, showing its sharp edge.

Shiele didn’t realise she could love someone who wasn’t blood related like she did Nathuni. A large gong rattled through the walls pulling both of the girls away from each other bringing them back to the there and now; the next lesson was about to start. Releasing each other Shiele leapt up off the bed grabbing her wand from the small bedside table, her wand was thin and elegant, its colour was ombre of white and brown, the handle was white and began as a plait that slowly loosened until it was more like ivy growing up to the brown tip until it was smooth and round.

I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation. "Good," he said. He picked up one of the instruments from the case. It was a small, silver rod, with a tiny, sharp point on the end. It looked like a pen, but for flesh. "This is called a wand. It's for tracing delicate lines. For making you feel things you've never felt before."

Lists of suppliers which were long out of date also showed up once in a while. “The small dent we’ve made has given us so far twenty-three possible items. Five wands, three staves, nine spears, five sceptres, and one pen. Why would a pen be in the armoury?” Eva mentioned as she glanced at the information, she’d gleaned from what they’d found about the possible items. Damon smiled at her, thankful she’d taken up that task.

I wanted mum here with me but traditions were traditions and I had to respect them, even if I didn't like it. Albus walked into the circle with a knife in his right hand and a jar in his left hand. Quinn had told me of the knife and also warned me to brace up for the worst pain that I could ever imagine. "On your knees, girl." Albus thundered, his voice echoing through the cave as the werewolves had all gone silent the moment he stepped into the circle.