My daughter’s birthday is here, and I thought I’d surprise her with a custom made Ollivander’s wand a la Harry Potter. After all, it’s my fault she’s a devoted fan of the novels. It was good to be doing something creative again, especially something kind of crafty. Despite the fact that I didn’t bother to set up a proper light box for the photos, here are the results:
I really enjoyed the box, with its taped edges and replica Ollivander’s label (properly aged with tea). On the end I included the typical Ollivander’s wand description “Purple Heart, Walnut, 12½ in., Mother’s Hair Core:”
and inside, resting on tissue paper, The Wand itself:
I love the tropical hardwood purple heart, and I am still finding uses for scraps from a piece I bought for another project years ago. It has a deep purple color to it, and I used it for the wand shaft. It nicely compliments the walnut handle, which is carved in the shape of budding leaves. Some time ago, my daughter and I discussed what should go in a wand’s core if I ever made one for her. We agreed there was nothing quite so magical as a mother’s love. True to my word, the wand incorporates one of her mother’s hairs into its core. For the record, the hair was given voluntarily, if somewhat dubiously (we’ve been married a while now, so she’s used to it).
The whole affair was tied off with string and planted outside the front door after an appropriate amount of “Did you see that owl outside?! No? Oh, well. You just missed it.” My daughter found it when I sent her out to help her mother, and that thoroughly confirmed its authenticity. I then confessed to her that I had “special ordered” it directly from Ollivander’s for her birthday.
She went to bed listening to Harry Potter audio books (as usual), and trying various spell variations in an attempt to levitate or move random objects in her room. One unanticipated outcome was the anxiety of her five year old brother that his sister was going to “zap him” with the wand. We had to assure him that it was only pretend. I believe he still had some doubts about the whole affair, and I’m certain that my daughter was holding out hope that the wand might actually turn out to be more than just pretend.
I can’t say that I blame her there.