Dahlia walked down the street, furious. Her sadness had quickly changed into anger after she saw that Oliver had bought Cassia a kitten. Copy cat! She raged down the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, and her new cat (whom she had named Vivid) had to run to keep up with her.

At this pace, she almost knocked a girl over. "Hey, watch it!" she growled. A boy who looked slightly older than both of them frowned at Dahlia and walked away with the girl.

Her face red, she walked into a small store. An old man walked towards her, a mischievous smile plastered across his face. "Olivander's wand shop. I'm Olivander. I trust you're here for a wand," he said, handing Dahlia a rectangular box.

She opened it up and inside was a pale gray wand. She picked it up and set down her cloaks and owl cage down on a little stool.

"Now, point outside the open door," he said as the door opened by itself. "And say avis."

Dahlia did as told. A flock of doves flew from the end of the wand. She turned around.

"Now, I'm going to throw fire at you. You need to shout aguamenti. Ready?"

Dahlia nodded. The wand felt comfortable in her hand as Olivander shouted,"Incendio!"

"Aguamenti!" Water shot from the end of the wand. For a moment, the two elements battled each other for control, but the water won. Olivander smiled.

"Young lady, you have a very powerful connection with your wand. I'm sure it will grow over time. But I warn you. If you do not use your power carefully, you could very well destroy everything in your path. I am giving this wand to you, free of charge, hoping that you heed my warning. Other wise I have unleashed the next great dark wizard on the world...." Olivander turned to her and smiled. "But you have a dragon heart string with elder birch wood. I know the wand will show you the right path. And so will Cassia."

And suddenly he was gone. It took Dahlia a couple seconds to register what Olivander had said. How does he know Cassia's name? And what the heck is a dark wizard? "Olivander!" she yelled. "Olivander!"

Bewildered, she walked out of the shop, almost trampling a small chipmunk. It hissed at her and ran away.