Garrick Ollivander
Legacy Name: Garrick Ollivander

Once Upon a Time...

Ollivander breathed in the dewy morning air his wings carried him on through the old brick buildings of Diagon Alley. An old parchment letter was clasped in his beak. Looking down as he soared, he could see his reflection in puddles on the old town walkway from the rain that came the night before. He couldn't help but smile to himself. There was a rejuvenating zap in the cool air after a storm that he just adored.

He closed in on the familiar, double-cylindrical windows that hugged a wooden door snuggly between them. Flying up above the regular entry, he found the open window that was strictly forbidden for anyone but himself. Not that anyone else could reach it, let alone fit through. It was quite small. He dove down the staircase into the shops main entry and clumsily landed on a desk covered in wand making materials with a screech. Herbs, feathers, and other unique ingredients went flying, scattering all around the poor Noktoa. He glanced around a moment at the mess he'd made and tapped his feathered little feet nervously. A noise from one of the storage halls caught his attention and he tried to hide his head in his feathers. 'If I can't see him, he can't see me.'

The envelope still tucked in his beak made this chore very difficult. It crumpled at its center as he tried to pull it in with his head. A small sigh was soon followed by a chuckle and footsteps on the creaky floor boards. Ollivander could feel a gentle stroke on his wings and he immediately emerged from hiding, closing his eyes with a happy coo. "You know I can still see you, right?" The young man, Avis, shook his head and reached for the envelope. Ollivander gave it in a moment of disbelief. 'How did he see me!?' Avis broke the golden seal on the envelope and began reading attentively as he continued to stroke Ollivanders feathers. His faced twisted into something of confusion and frustration. Ollivander noticed and tilted his head curiously with a purr. Avis turned his attention back to the small owl and smiled, it was a tired smile.

"Don't worry, we’ll get you back to normal, Sir. One way or another.." The last part of his words sounded sad as he looked back at the letter. Ollivander tilted his head, clearly confused. 'Turn me back? What could Avis mean? Back where? Back when? Back.. how? Wait... why did he call me "Sir"?!' He fluttered his wings violently as his little head tried to wrap around Avis' words. Avis laughed and rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright! I'll go get the Eeylops. Hold on." Ollivanders tantrum stopped mid-flap as he watched Avis walk away. 'Did.. did he say.. EEYLOPS!? I knew I liked this man for a reason. He happily waddled to the edge of the table, tapping his feet impatiently. His neck was craning over the edge as far as it could reach with his beady eyes fixed on Avis. He couldn't wait any longer and flew over to the young man, landing on his shoulder. Avis pulled one of the mouse-shaped treats out of its box and handed it to Ollivander with a grin. Ollivander took it happily, crunching on the goody-goodness. 'Ah- nom nom- nyes. Couldn't get -nom- any better than -nom nom- nthis. Life.. is.. great!

Avis watched his latest companion munch happily and couldn't help but wonder when, or even how, he would get his teacher back to his original form. That shapeshifting spell really did a number on him. He didn't have money to have someone change him back, and his skill at such arts, well.. He dreaded to think how things could possibly get worse. Even if he could pay someone, who would believe the great wandmaker, Garrick Ollivander, had been transformed into an owl!? Absurd! Such a small, lively one at that. He shrugged and made his way to clean up the mess from Ollivander's crash landing. Ideas were rolling around in his head of anything else he could do. Sadly the letter he’d been so hopeful for wasn't much help.

He paused his chore and watched again as Ollivander continued gobbling down his delightfully, mousy pellets. Avis couldn’t help but chuckle with a breath through his nose and a shake of his head in amusement, smiling softly before continuing to sort the feathers, herbs and strands of miscellaneous hairs that had gotten mangled together. At least for the time being, Ollivander seemed pretty content.

Ringo

Lanterns, door and chest from Freepik.com.

Scroll from Deviantart.

All other graphics created by Ringo.

Story by: Noctia.

The only character claimed to be original in this is Avis.

Garrick Ollivander and the world he's in is credited to the Harry Potter series originally by J.K. Rowling.