The things she saw in this place were absolutely enchanting, magical in a good way! There was nothing she could really put her finger on, it was just so many little things. Her paranoia was quickly being replaced by the sense of wonder only an 11 year old girl could possess.
“What first?” she asked Walter in a excited tone.
He laughed. “I see this place is growing on you…”
She blushed slightly in embarrassment and crossed her arms, taking a stance that would appear stern if it wasn’t just so damn cute. “It is not,” she denied.
Walter shook his head and looked down to the letter that been sent to Castle Hellsing.
“According to this your require three black robes… a pointed hat…”
“You’re not getting me in one of those hats,” she all but hissed.
“Its part of the uniform, Lady Integra.”
“No hat!”
“You have to have one.”
“I don’t care!”
“I never said you’d have to wear it.”
She sighed. “Fine…”
Walter nodded and continued down the list. “Protective gloves, a cloak… books… wand/cauldron set…”
“A set?” Integra asked.
Walter shrugged. “I’m not sure, Mr. Tom recommended a place called Ollivanders for the wand.”
“What does that matter?” she asked.
Walter smiled and looked behind her. Integra turned around to see what he was looking at.
Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.
“Don’t we need to exchange money at that Gringotts place?” she asked
“Your father keeps a rather large amount of wizarding money in the mansion, just incase.”
She nodded and the two entered the store and immediately they were set upon by a kindly looking, bright eyed old man.
“Good morning, and welcome to Ollivanders,” he stated warmly. “How my I help you today?”
Integra coughed. “I’m looking for a wand.”
“Yes I am,” she replied.
“I am afraid that I am at a disadvantage. You are Muggle born, are you not? If a mage born wizard enters, I am usually able to figure out their parents. I never forget a face, or a wand. What’s your name, young lady?”
“Integra Wingates Fairbrooks Hellsing, Mister… Ollivanders I take it?”
He nodded, and smiled. “And a Hellsing is going to Hogwarts?”
She scowled slightly. “Is something wrong with that?”
He laughed, “Not at all, though I take it you’re not informed with your families famous, or rather, infamous reputation in the wizarding world.”
She shook her head.
“Very well, I will tell you. Some wizards think the Hellsing are just a pack of muggles sticking their noses into something that they cannot understand. Others see you as no different then the witch hunters of old, jealous muggles trying to dominate and oppress the mage born.”
Integra scowled. “Our duty is to protect queen, country, and church from the forces of darkness!”
He nodded. “I like to keep an open mind, and infact I am very glad you are coming to Hogwarts.”
“Why?”
“A wizard Hellsing may serve to weaken old fears and help smooth acceptance… except for among some of the less respectable pure blood families, and if you ask me they have good reason to fear you… but I digress… which is your wand arm?”
“I’m right handed… if that’s what you mean.”
“Of course.” He swiftly measured her arm, “Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Lady Hellsing. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand”
He handed her a wand. “Oak and Dragon’s hearstring, 10 3/4 inches. Very pliable.”
Integra looked at it.
“Go ahead, give it a flick.”
She did so and he snatched it out of her hand
He pulled out another. “9 inches. Burch and dragon feather. Swishy, good for charms.”
She gave it a wave and it was immediately taken back. This continued for what seemed to be forever.
“Yes!” Ollivander exclaimed. “I think I may know JUST the wand for you!”
He walked into the back and retuned with a very dusty box and opened it. The cardboard was discolored and warped with age but the wand looked as if it had just been made.
“This wand was crafted long ago… long before my time.”
“Then why hasn’t it sold?” she asked.
“Because, a wizard does not choose a wand. The wand chooses the wizard. 10 inches, Hawthorn with a core of Unicorn's Horn. IT is somewhat stiff but not inflexible. Strong for all forms of Defense Against the Dark Arts! Come now, give it a flick!”
She did so and a shower of sparkles fired from the tip.
“Amazing!” he exclaimed, “So this old wand has finally found its wizard! Curious though, very curious…”
Integra blinked. “How so?”
“This wand is of an older craft, using materials no longer common. Unicron horn is expensive and no longer permissible in the construction of wands and Hawthorn is very difficult to construct a reliable wand out of. Even the slightest flaw and the wand may be prone to backfire. Wands like this were reserved for only the most noble of warrior-magi.”
Integra almost cooed. The most noble of warrior mages! She suddenly had a vision of herself in shining armor smiting vampires and ghouls with powerful magics, a knight of the round table and almost like a beautiful lady Merlin.
“Now, you must know that wands like this are both powerful, rare, and expensive to make. That is why I must ask for 45 Galleons.”
Walter immediately paid the man.
“Thank you,” Ollivander stated as he packaged the wand.
As Integra and walter left, he shook his head. “Curious, very curious…”
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