Percy Weasley's Wand

Percy's wand was used, as the Weasleys were poor. This constant having to settle for the lesser things in life and make do with hand-me-downs and cast-offs ate at Percy's craw. Was it so bad to aspire to the better things in life?

The used wand was plain and conservative, in appearance, but not inelegant. It was of a straight, narrow, and squarish design, charcoal colored, and highly inflexible. It had a mature, grownup look. He liked that. He had once seen a man in the Ministry—a very important man—carrying one much like it. He liked to think that his wand had once belonged to a V.I.P.—perhaps a Ministry head.

Percy's wand was exactly twelve inches long, which pleased him. He liked things that fit a conventional pattern. Exact. One foot. Period. As a matter of fact, it was the very wand he would have chosen for himself had the wand not chosen him. He only resented it because it was used. And he kind of wished the core was dragon heartstring--not cheap old kelpie hair. Percy felt that shape-shifters were somehow suspect. He felt a little uncomfortable, knowing his wand had such a thing at its core.

He had some trouble learning to use it. Ollivander had warned him that hawthorn wasn't easy to master. But Percy, like his brothers, was smart and capable. He eventually became much better, and the hawthorn wand became truly his. 

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Arthur Weasley's Muggle Treasures

Arthur's Muggle Treasures

Phone Call from Arthur Weasley

Hey, I just bought these two great muggle ecktrick boxes, I just love them. They're absolutely fascinating! Well, let's see, I can't remember—it was all hush-hush, you know, black-market stuff. Beezer, you know, he never wants to hang around in one place for long—afraid he'll be caught, he made me promise... He told me what they are, I forget... 

Let's see, this first one... It's a small box or chest with a little window in front, it has a door on it. There's a cord to plug in, it works by ecktricity. I plugged it into my Gen-O-Rator, but it didn't do anything at first. It kind of looks like that muggle freezer we saw that time, but smaller. I put some ice in, but it melted. I pressed a number (it has these numbers) and the light came on, and the ice melted even FASTER. So then I decided it was an inbukator for chickens, you know, like that one we saw at the muggle fair? With a window where you can see the baby chicks when they hatch. So I put an egg in there and pressed "20" (for 20 days), but it exploded, absolutely exploded—the egg, not the chest—it stinks to high heaven! I can't imagine—oh, wait! I remember, it's a MIRO-cave, that's what Beezer said, a mirocave. He didn't know what it's for. I think I could get it to work if I JUST knew what it was FOR! Do you have any idea...? 

And then he sold me this other box, it's silver and black, it's metal. It plugs in, so it's eckectrick all right, but nothing happens. Well, just a little red light comes on, not enough to see by—can't think what that's for. It has all kind of buttons on the front and little holes in the back. I think it might need extra cords. It's about the size of a lunch tray, and as deep as a coffee cup, about three, four inches high, solid. It plugs in, but it won't open. It doesn't have a door or lid of any kind. It has these covered slots, one has a hole about the size of a small book. The other one just won't open at all. It would just about hold a thin slice of bread, but if it is a drawer or mail slot, it must have a trick to it, I just can't budge it. It clicks and whirs when I mash one button, I think it's trying to open. Most of the printing has worn off. I can read "Magna..." and "..rogressive" and "Ope ...ect." Yes, "ect"—well, I don't know what that actually said, the lettering has worn off. Wait a minute, I wrote down—I can't find—note here somewhere... Wait, it's a CVR, that's what Beezer said, I remember! A CVR. Pretty sure that's it.

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Ghost Wands - Harry Potter Wand Lore

Wand Lore: Speculation on Ghost Wands

The ghosts of Hogwarts were wizards in life and presumably carried wands. Here are my thoughts:

The Bloody Baron was violent, ill-tempered, immoral, often cruel, and a drunkard, but he was not without remorse. His wand was of yew wood, which can be good or evil, but never timid. At its core was thestral hair, which tends toward aggression; some feel it is an omen of misfortune. Certainly, these traits plagued the Bloody Baron. His wand was a strapping, though unlucky, thirteen inches long.

The Fat Friar was a jolly, kindly fellow, with a good heart. He was a healer. The friar carried a wand of alder wood, nine inches long, thick and unyielding. It had a slightly curved, knobby shape like a natural stick. The core was dittany stalk, which has healing properties. Alder is unyielding, but its owner is helpful, considerate, and likeable. The friar proved his ability to do non-verbal spells, transfiguration, and healing with ease, and for good causes, but these advanced spells were his downfall. His magic was misunderstood by muggle church authorities of his day, and he was executed—a shameful event in wizard history, but the friar probably forgave his executioners.

In life, the Grey Lady carried a willow wand, a match for the insecure personality of great potential. Her wand was eight-and-a-half inches long and flexible. Its core was a feather from a sphinx's wing. Helena Ravenclaw (the Grey Lady) was intelligent, talented, and ambitious. She fell into the temptation of rivaling her beautiful, witty mother, betraying her by stealing the diadem, which proved useless in the hands of one who wanted it for personal gains. Helena's weakness was a sign of basic insecurity and was most likely a mistake of youthful vanity, which she might have outgrown in time, had she lived. In death the Grey Lady proved to be remorseful and humble. She was also highly moral.

Nearly Headless Nick carried a spruce wand, eleven inches long, inflexible, with a core of curupira hair (unstable—a core for powerful yet unpredictable wizards). Nick never quite mastered his wand; it seems to have mastered him. Spruce requires a firm hand—best for a bold spell caster with a sense of humor, ill-matched with cautious natures, and dangerous in fumbling fingers. Nick wanted to be brave, but maybe he was less than perfectly brave. Spruce has its own ideas about what magic it ought to be called upon to produce, which explains how it turned a lady's teeth into tusks. In time, Nick might have come to master his quirky wand. Spruce can be a superb helper, intensely loyal to its owner and capable of producing flamboyant and dramatic effects, which would suit Nick.

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Ghost Wands