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Your name is Gamp, you say?" She asked, pinning a badge onto the robe Peter was practically swimming in. "There was a Gamp girl that came in nearly thirty years ago, I'd say. Edwina, I believe."
"Really?" Peter's mother was growing increasingly nervous. "What a coincidence."
"Any relation?"
"Uh… My… uh… sister-in-law." Grinning sheepishly, she took her son's arm and fled the shop the second the purchase was final. As they approached Ollivander's, Peter noticed his mother rummaging around in her purse. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she was counting her money.
"Mum?" He tapped her arm lightly. "I don't have to have my own wand. I could use yours. I mean, it's not like you're going to use it."
She stared at him in surprise. "Do–don't be silly, Pete." She finally managed. "My wand wouldn't work right."
"Yeah, right." Peter hugged himself, feeling sort of bad. Had he embarrassed his mother?
As they entered the shop, Peter's jaw dropped. Hundreds of rows of boxes and boxes of wands towered overhead, reaching far higher than the building appeared to be from outside. How many witches and wizards got their wands each year?
"Shut your mouth, Pete." His mothers whisper brought him back down to earth.
An old man was approaching him, smiling widely. "And you must be…" He scanned a clipboard, running a finger down the sheet of paper. "Peter Gamp?" At the boy's quick nod, he waved them over to a desk, where papers and discarded wands littered the surface. "Let's see…" Mr. Ollivander took a long, thin box off a nearby shelf. "Try this." He said, handing Peter a maroon-colored wand. "Give it a swish."
Peter did as he was told, and immediately the chandelier above them detached itself from the ceiling. The three of them dove out of the way, as Ollivander cast a protective spell. Seconds later, millions of shards of glass covered the floor in a thin blanket.
Taking the wan from Peter, Ollivander chuckled. "I don't think that's the one for you." With a swish of his wand, the chandelier reassembled and hung itself back up. "How about this one?"
Peter took the offered wand and, very hesitantly, gave it a quick flick. This time, it caused all the papers on Ollivander's desk to neatly stack themselves. With a sigh of relief, he handed it back to the wand-maker.
Everything was going great, until his mother heard the price. She went pale, then red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I can't afford that." She managed, her cheeks flaming. "Sorry for the inconvenience." She grabbed Peter's hand and practically dragged him out of the shop. "Stupid inflation." She muttered under her breath.
She looked guiltily at Peter. "I'm sorry, Pete. It looks like you'll be using my wand this year." She gave him a quick side hug. "I'll save up, and maybe you can get your own next year. Or maybe at Christmas."
"Yeah." Peter was distracted, watching other children run about, laughing and shouting in the streets. Some were licking ice cream, and buying all the things he couldn't afford.
Would there ever be a time when money wouldn't be an issue?
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