Dumbledore's Army Wand Collection Novels & Stories

[Diana] “They are not sticks, princess. They are wands. So stop playing with them and return them to me, ok?” Archer said, cautiously getting closer to me. I ran round the table with his wand stand, which had over ten wands. All different from one another. “A wand? Like in magical academia?” “Of course not, princess. There’s nothing like magic in this world.” He chuckled nervously. “It’s just a collection of collectibles from my favorite magical novels. Please. Return. The. Wands. To me.”

Arraya teasingly scolds, “Watch it, girl. You have a trial soon. Don’t upset me, or I will make it harder for you.” “A trial?” Willow didn’t say anything about a trial. I assumed I would just be here talking with Arraya all night. Arraya’s voice is full of amusement, “Yes, girl. It is time for you to find the crystals for your wand.” “I thought sorcerers didn’t use wands.” “They don’t need them, but some like the use of them. It concentrates their magic.” Array explains, “The crystals you will find in the mountain will call to you. Balance yourself and listen. Plus, research shows you look 20% cooler with a wand.”

“Let’s get you that wand.” He motioned for me to follow him toward a lit-up display case, and I gasped when I saw the amount of wands being stored in the case. They were all different sizes with different colored gems around their handles. Each wand was made of a different cut of wood and even their handles were different colors. “I don’t know how to pick. They are all so beautiful,” I whispered, staring at the collection in awe. “You don’t choose a wand,” Mr. Crawlsy snickered. “The wand chooses you.”

A possibility that could lead me to my freedom. I stood up, dusted my clothes, and walked towards the shelves, flinching every time my head throbbed. My eyes squinted at the endless rows of glass bottles, all filled with liquid; potions of various colors and consistency. Whoever this wizard is, his collection of potions are very impressive. Some of the bottles were clearly labeled, love potion, flying potion, summoning potion, super strength potion while others had scribbles that were barely legible.

"Your disguise is impeccable I agree to that, but it is still not enough to fool the eyes of experts, silly child. You should continue looking for your wand, you don't have to worry I will not tell your secret to another soul, I promise." Feeling that the owner does not have any malicious intent towards her, Audrey decided to trust her intuition. Besides, it's not as if this shop owner will be too bored to be gossiping about a small fry like her, she thought. She continued trying out the available wands until she arrived at the last cabinet. There she saw an inconspicuous looking wand. Its color was deep violet and it was lacking of exquisite design unlike the other wand displayed on the sto

Ann suddenly said. The archbishop rose his eyebrow at Ann, and in his look was both surprise AND pride -- she WAS the most talented of her age after all. "That's right," Said the Archbishop, "Ocean, fire, blood. The wand won't take the item in the wrong order." "And darkness and light?" Edmund noticed the problem. "No one knows." The archbishop sighed, "In the end, my mentor could only use the wand to perform the common spells. The wand is even less powerful than a normal wand before it takes the alpha's blood."

Willow was starting to get annoyed and realised that when Gregory said that this specific ring wasn't any ordinary ring,he wasn't joking. "Great taste, Miss Winter." A petite blonde haired girl smiled. She picked it off the hanger and held it against Willow's tiny frame." It will fit you well. Would you like to try it on?" Willow was still clutching the bottom of the dress, wiggling her fingers ,trying to let go. " I will take that as a yes. Let me show you to the change room." The girl ,named Andy ,gestured to Willow's hand on the dress.

I said. “Emerald. A symbol of loyalty, new beginnings, peace, and security. It's not mine to give, actually. It's your father's. Staff is usually used by an elemental wizard like him, but your father preferred wands. They say it's more practical. If he's still alive, I know he will want this for you to get. It's yours now,” she said with a small smile on her lips. “That wand is not used for casting spells, it's used to channel magic. It would help if you could control your magic,” Aunt Kyndra added.

She cries silently, Merlin tries to hold her other hand, but she wriggles her hand free of him. “I am truly sorry, for everything I’ve put you through. If I’d had any say, I would not have done this. Any of it.” Ash nods and Kai moves to the bed with the children on as Merlin turns to inspect them. He pulls out a wand from a pocket which grows as he holds it into a long wooden staff, it was solid looking but also appears ancient, with a cluster of pale-green crystals fused into the top of it. He waves it in a circle, and a swirl of sparks flies from the crystal.

Manuscripts whispered in dead tongues, their pages turning though no wind blew. I moved through Lumira's true inheritance. The decoy collection in the east wing had fooled thieves for generations. This - this was the bloodline's beating heart. At the end the hall stood ten pedestals. Ten heirlooms. Each pulsed with restrained hunger, waiting for worthy hands. The moonstone had been first to be taken. It hung at my throat now, binding spirit to flesh, Duskbane to Duskbane. The Winter Wand came second. Winter-white wood. Veins of aurora beneath the bark. Carved from the World Tree's winter branch, or so the novel claimed. It didn't bend. It didn't yield to no one.