Sirius was always destined for a fight. Thatās what his mother muttered anyway when he picked up an Aspen wand and had Ollivander nod in approval. The springy twelve and a half inch wand had a dragon heartstring core, and while there was nothing wrong with it, the fact that none of the family wands kept in the home passed Ollivanderās inspection for Sirius had annoyed her. They knew enough to know that any old wand wouldnāt do, but the fact that none had matched with Sirius well enough for use was almost insulting. But sheād still bought him his own wand. One more reason he didnāt really fit in.












