Chatterbox: Inkwell

I stayed up all night. Again. And finally decided to write a fic (a drabble, if you want to be precise–100 words precisely) concerning one of the more random and pointless bits of my Harry Potter head!canon.

Discworld and Harry Potter make for interesting crossovers. 

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The dusty little shop had stood there longer than anything. Before the shops, before the glittering marble bank with its polished golden doors, before Diagon Alley, the wand shop was there. The wandmaker had been there, too, as permanent as his shop.

He pursued his craft with single-minded devotion. Some whispered that he was mad, obsessed. Whenever someone worked up the courage to say it outright, he merely smiled.

And as they turned away, Mr. Ollivander would reach into his left pocket.

The ribbon there had frayed to black threads from the countless times those fingers had caressed it.