It was easy, truly, to gather what the boys would need for Hecate’s. Magical Manhattan was a wonder and though Petunia often chose to spend her time with the mundane, even she could admit it was mystical.
Thus, she made sure to tick one thing after the other off her mental list. Beginning by getting the boys fitted for a new wardrobe, because their usual just wouldn’t do, she got them sets with tailoring charms. Next came their trunks, with Avery ever-expansion charms, so the boys would always have enough space. She made sure to them the ones they could set up like a wardrobe and step in to. It was all very Narnia.
Next came alchemical supplies, potioneering, and other miscellaneous bits and bobs. Second to last came the owls —massive beasts they were, Dud names his Goliath and Harry named his Atlas.
Finally, it was time for their wands. Petunia was unsurprised when it took Harry ages to find a wand. She knew the wand he was meant to bond with —and it wasn’t in a wand shop in America. Eventually, after several tries, Harry turned to Petunia.
“Mom, what if I don’t find a wand that matches me?”
Petunia tsked, “Then we’ll make one, of course. Isn’t that right?”
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She turned to the man who had been helping Harry find wands and he suddenly had quite an eager smile, “Yes! It’s one of my favorite commissions to get —custom wands are so delicate.”
Looking pleased, Petunia looked back at Harry, “See?”
Harry nodded, a smile on his face.
It was the very next wand that worked for him.
“Ah yes, a holly wand with a thunderbird feather!” The shopkeeper exclaimed, “Beautiful!”
Then it was Dud’s turn. Dud who looked longingly at Harry’s wand, and said, “Do you have one that matches?”
The man’s face softened, “I think we can try another wand, though I haven’t got the same wood. I think it’ll fit you well.”
Running off the man began running his fingers over boxes as he went. Harry looked up at Dudley, who was a half head taller, and grinned, “I wish we could have the same wand, that would be so cool.”
“Mmhmm,” Dud mumbled, blushing.
“Alright boys, look alive. He’s coming back.” Petunia said, catching sight of the man returning with two blue boxes.
“Let’s give this a try first—it’s an apple wand. Good for many Wixen. Give it a swish for me.”
Dud took the wand and gave it a swish, but he frowned when the wand was a dud itself.
“Oh.” Dudley deflated.
“My boy, don’t be discouraged! We’ve got plenty of more chances—this one I can feel is meant for you.”
Handing Dud the second wand, it was as if watching the wand jump into Dudley hand. As if reality itself bent to allow the wand to move.
And then it shot sparks.
“Ah! I knew it!” The shopkeeper said, smiling, “This is a special wand. It’s the pair to your brothers —different wood, this one is poplar, but the core is the same. And it’s from the same Thunderbird as your brothers.”