Janvier looked around the library through her turquoise tinted glasses that matched the color of her left eye almost perfectly. Her right was a stubborn green behind the lens. She hid her nose in her current book, which was an Anthology of Wand Cores. She was considering taking up wandmaking for a career. However, being young anything could happen in the future. However, for now it fascinated her. How each wand had its own personality. Her own wand was willow, seven and three-quarters inch long, very bendy. The core was unicorn tail hair. She always felt her wand kept with the personality of a unicorn. Free spirited and sometimes a little jittery. She loved it.

Her wand had been placed delicately behind her ear for safe keeping as she read. Looking around she saw a somewhat miserable looking boy being led around the library. Quill in hand, Janvier scribbled on a parchment a few designs for a wand. The boy looked much older than her, but then again everyone looked older than her. She was built the same as tinkerbell. Just with brown hair. She sat up as high as a girl of less than five feet could in her chair to relieve the pressure on her back.

Time ticked away in the library as she kept scribbling more and more ideas of wands on the parchment next to her. She was lost in her thoughts of wondering if muggle animals would make good wand cores when a crash nearby broke her thoughts. Janvier clambered out of her chair and let her bare feet carry her over to the noise. It was the boy she saw earlier.

“Hi,” she peeped out, “Are you okay? That looked a little painful. Here!” The first year held her tiny hand out in an offer of help. “I’m Janvier, by the way. What happened?”