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Self-made, ~ 7inches,  Centaur-hair core, unknown wood

Age 11

Coming from a poor family who didn’t even fully believe Maddy was a Witch at first, they had no interest in spending a lot of money on a wand. Not only did they not really understand the importance of a wand -- knowing wands only from children birthday party wizards -- but they also had no means to pay for a new one, even if they had wanted to. So Maddy got a second hand wand from Ollivander’s. It was made of Blackthorn and combusted in Maddy’s first year. Just. Set itself on fire.

Age 12

Maddy was lent one from a friend in school. “I’ll just ask my family if they have any left-over wands, don’t worry! You can give it back to me once you can afford your own!” The wand didn’t suit Maddy but she made do, grateful to even have one at all. With each year that passed, the wand became less stubborn and in Maddy’s fifth year at Hogwarts, the two had almost become friends. Only that that was also the year she started to play Quidditch... During her third match, she was knocked out by a bludger, waking up in the hospital with a broken leg to her south and a broken wand to her north.

Age 16

At this point, Maddy had already made some money with her little trinkets shop, and decided to finally buy herself a real wand. She was terribly proud of it. Not too long, not too bendy, of a handsome dark wood -- it was stolen three weeks into her new term. She blamed herself for having bragged about it (really, she hadn’t bragged, only told people joyfully about her investment) and never accused anyone of the crime. In a way, she understood why they had done it, after all...

The school lent her another wand, and much like the school broom which she flew for Quidditch, it was useful only for the bare minimum. It was neither very fast nor very powerful not very eager to help Maddy with her trinkets, but Maddy made do, as she always did. She passed her NEWTs with it, and while her grades were anything but bad, deep down she wondered if perhaps she could’ve gotten even better results had she had a wand made for her.

Age 18

Right after graduating Hogwarts and right before leaving with the train for the last time, she went into the Forbidden Forest and approached the colony of centaurs. Her bow was deep, her demeanor eager and apologetic, and her language so profusely respectful that the centaurs let her come closer, join her for tea. It was around a fire that Maddy explained that she needed a wand that was hers. Really hers. That she finally wanted to fit in, but that she needed to fit in her own way, and that for this, she wanted to ask if perhaps one of them could grant her a hair. The centaur laughed: “From my head or tail?” And because Maddy blushed so terribly, the centaur gave her two of each, wishing her luck with her endeavours. 

Maddy needed two attempts and by the third she didn’t know which hair it was that she ended up using -- but the endeavours were successful indeed, and that was what mattered. She had placed the hair into a wooden pencil, weaving it around the lead inside, then locked the pencil close again and sealing everything securely with wand-awakening spells. To her biggest surprise, it worked, and it’s the wand she’s been using ever since. 

HEIGHT - Jedi Master Mace Windu

Caradoc is 1,88 meters (6′ 2′′) tall. Despite his height, he never hunches with his back and instead stands perfectly straight which makes him tower over everyone. 

Agatha Coraline Lorraine:  30cm. Siren-hair core. Elm wood. Rather bendy.

Agatha Coraline Lorraine

is Beauxbaton’s own wandmaker. She provides every new student (at the age of 10) with their own wand for free once they pass their entry exam. Testing their creativity, strength, endurance and motivation, she determines the best wood, length and core. You can buy a new one at any time, though they’re rather pricey and take a while to be made -- as each new wand is hand-crafted for you. It’s not uncommon that students upon graduating buy a new wand, or get bought one by their parents as a gift. She also tends to broken wands and generally helps adjusting students’ hands to their grip over the years. Lu, being the valedictorian of their year, was offered a new wand for free as a prize, but Lu declined. After all, it was this wand that had gotten them so far.

Siren-hair core

is not an unusual core in France. The rivers that cross the country are famous for being inhabited by sailor-luring sirens. They’re known for being both of great dignity and beauty as well as being fiercely ambitious. Wand-owners with that core are usually known to be similar. 

Elm Wood

“The unfounded belief that only pure-bloods can produce magic from elm wands was undoubtedly started by some elm wand owner seeking to prove his own blood credentials, for I have known perfect matches of elm wands who are Muggle-borns. The truth is that elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. Of all wand woods, elm, in my experience, produces the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands (which, again, makes it highly desirable to those who espouse the pure-blood philosophy).” says Ollivander, and Lorraine would probably agree. 

Rather bendy.

(I really enjoy wandlore, so here's an over the top explanation/short story about Lucinda getting her wanddd. Enjoyyyy.

The TL;DR for those just passing through: Lucinda has an Unyielding 10 1/2" Larch Wand with a Unicorn Hair Core.)

The Talkalot family had a history of being finicky with their wands. Or, rather, wands had a history of being finicky with them. Her father, Marcus, had tried out five wands before one had settled for him. Maxim had tried six. Their father, Lucinda's grandfather, had tried a grand total of eight wands, and had flapped the mildly unflappable Ollivander in the process. Marcus had Cedar, Maxim had Beech, and old Benin Talkalot received a particularly mischievous Dogwood wand. All of them rather shy at first, needing Ollivander to seek them out instead of just making themselves known. So, Ollivander was prepared for a long afternoon when young Lucinda was hustled into the shop by her overexcited parents.

Lucinda was terrified of wands. They'd always made her a bit uncomfortable, though she was surrounded by them every day. It seemed like such a responsibility, and "responsibility" was one of Lucinda's least favorite words, up there with "expectations" and "moist." But, this was all an inevitability, so here she was, quivering so slightly one might mistake it for excitement.

The first wand was a Cedar. Helpful suggestion from Dad, who had always had a thing for "tradition" and all that. Lucinda obediently stood, scared that even a twitch would cause an unwanted spark, but nothing happened. Ollivander knew immediately and whisked the wand away almost as quickly as he'd set it in her hand. Dad hid his disappointment well.

The second was a Black Walnut wand that Ollivander was desperate to find a home.. But, as soon as the wand touched her fingertips, it emitted a high-pitched squeal that would make a Mandrake cringe. Ollivander hurriedly put it away, muttering to himself about how long Black Walnuts inevitably sit on his shelves, the picky things.

But, as he placed the wand back on the shelf, he heard a small thump from the back of the shop. He'd peered around the corner, searching for the attention-seeking wand, and found a single box on the floor of the aisle. He glanced over the name on the box and back at the trembling girl, still rubbing her ears indignantly, and the pieces came together.

He took the wand out and walked back to the Talkalots. Before he placed the wand in Lucinda's hand (which had been outstretched this whole time as if she were a statue,) he warned Lucinda not to aim at anything valuable. That stack of old boxes over there was fine. Before Lucinda could even register what he'd said, her hands made contact with the wand and she felt... different.

Every nerve end seemed to switch on like a light, firing off all at once, and that stack of boxes Ollivander had pointed out suddenly looked ever-so interesting. She wondered vaguely how loud it would be if they all toppled over at once, and found herself flicking her wand to find out. She did it with such unnecessary gusto that the boxes flew backwards, thudding into the wall behind them with great force. Lucinda stifled a laugh, and involuntarily groaned when Ollivander suddenly snatched the wand from her right hand.

"I'll take this, before you seek out another target. Interesting choice, Larch wood. Very interesting. I'd watch her carefully, if I were you."

Marlene: 6′0″ / 1.83 meters

Dorcas: 5′5″ / 1.65 meters

Ainsley: 5′8″ / 1.73 meters

Lucius: 6′5″ / 1.96 meters

It should come as no surprise to anyone that Amelia Bones, who despite her rough and tumble ways was rather smart, was invited to learn to cast a Patronus. It should also come as no surprise that she was able, not the very first time but among the first tries, to produce a fully corporal Patronus. For someone as headstrong and stubborn as she was, it made sense.

Amelia found the casting to be rather easy, because she knew what the happiest thought she had was: Edgar's hand in hers, holding them tightly together. That was what made her feel safe, that was the place she felt most secure in the entire world, hand in hand with her twin and ready to face whatever came their way. There was nothing she couldn't do at his side.

Cordelia Greengrass had been invited to learn to produce a Patronus, but despite all her efforts, has never managed to produce a fully corporal Patronus charm. The wisp of protection and learning was a start, she thought, but she was stubborn and wanted to learn more, to do better, and yet, the Patronus was something that eluded her. She wasn't sure when or if she'd ever need to use it, at the time thinking of her family's protection, but shouldn't it be something she could do?

Originally, her happiest memory to use had been the secret kiss of the boy she loved, which had been what she was thinking of when she first cast it. However, after he broke her heart, she didn't know what other happy memory she could use that would be strong enough. It seemed like nothing would work anymore, and it was upsetting. However, more recently she's been trying again to produce one, and has found that the memory of the sorting hat declaring 'Ravenclaw!' is enough to produce a wisp once again.

Peter Pettigrew hadn't been invited in school to learn the Patronus Charm, but it hadn't stopped him from seeing it in a book and attempting it. A spell that could offer protection against Dementors? That could keep him safe? He figured that was something worth learning, even if others didn't think he was up for the task. So he became determined and practiced it on his own, finally managing at least a wisp of the spell.

It was when he was seventeen that he produced a fully corporal Patronus for the first, and so far only, time. He doesn't think that counts though, considering he was alone and no one else was around to witness it, but it had been done nonetheless. What had he been thinking of, that had been strong enough to produce this fully corporal Patronus springing free from his wand? The first time that the other Marauders had called him their friend, of course. The first time they'd said it out loud, that it had been acknowledged that Peter actually had friends for once in his life.