immortality [wizarding world] | ?

three years later

the start of the connection (one)

Ambrose awoke with a start. She needn't sleep – but she enjoyed pretending that she did, and everyday, she spent hours playing games with her own mind, and daydreaming. She rolled over to her side and her eyes landed on a massive pile of parchments. On these parchments was everything that Ambrose had learned – from the English grammar to the foundational principles of mathematics. Over the past three years, Nicholas had taught her everything she needed to know about basic knowledge and how Muggles lived.

She had diligently studied, and had never uttered a word against his teachings. The way he taught brought meaning into the things he was telling her – he could make mere equations into a work of art. It had been enjoyable, but Ambrose was only really looking towards one thing.

Magic.

And today, on the fourth day of August, she was ready to delve into the subject. She had been waiting for the day she turned seven with anticipation, and she knew Nicholas would hold his promise and craft her a wand.

She got up, stretched, and sauntered off into the hallways of the ever-changing house. Ever since Nicholas had shown her how to manipulate the place, Ambrose had prided herself in mentally designing a new architectural plan for the house every day. Nicholas had praised her for her feat, and said that it was a good way to exercise her mind.

Ambrose just thought it was entertaining.

Today, the house had taken on what Ambrose imagined a palace would look like. Of all the places she had visited, the sight Ambrose had most admired had been the Medina Azahara, a palace built for the Caliph. She, however, had changed most of the Medina's vibrant colours to a simple white with accents of blue, just like sky that she had so often admired. She entered the dining room and found Nicholas muttering to himself, admiring the little details she had thought of. He looked up and spotted her, and awarded her a brilliant smile.

"You really outdid yourself, Rosie." He teased, but his eyes reflected how impressed he was with her handicraft.

"It's a special day." She said, nonchalantly.

"Indeed." He smiled down at her. "Happy Birthday, young one."

"Hmph. I doubt you'll be calling me 'young one' in three-hundred years." She swatted him on the shoulder.

"I guess old habits die hard," he pretended to look hurt. She broke into a huge grin and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt. "Oh, I know what you want."

"May we go now, please?"

"You're incredibly impatient."

"I know."

"And pushy."

"I know."

"And I'm the most amazing person in the whole observable univers –"

"I know, I kno – wait, what?" Nicholas chuckled as Ambrose shook her head.

"Alright, alright. We'll be leaving shortly."

"Leaving? But – it's just a wand – surely you don't – why do we need to leave?" She frowned.

"To choose your wand core."

"I get to choose a wand core?" She looked excited. Nicholas had already told her a bit about how wands worked, and Ambrose ceaselessly pestered him about wand cores.

"Well, obviously. We're not going to casually stroll into Melrand Brittle Path and purchase a wand, are we? We'd give them quite a scare."

"I suppose you're right," Ambrose muttered, still slightly confused. "But how are we going to find a wand core?"