wand of elder, never prosper

[Hamish MacFusty]

The more then man spoke, the more certain that Hamish, despite whatever he tried, was not going to change, this obstinate old man's mind. No matter how much he tried to reason or explain, there was no changing the fact that Gerbold Ollivander was a selfish man who clearly could not put others before himself. Hamish knew he could be a selfish man, he had been, but to put yourself and your needs before your family's your children's lives was unthinkable and that was why they would never see eye to eye. Unfortunately, he was also right in some respects, Hamish would have absolutely said her mother's death was not Violet's fault, that yes, she deserved to be happy and yes, Violet was all he cared about. He would not however, get her disowned and publicly humiliated.

He watched the man advance on him with hard eyes, all trace of any other emotion other than pure dislike for the man standing in front of him. His own wand was tucked away securely in the inside pocket of his cloak, easily within reach, but staying resolutely there. He was not about to be goaded into some form of action, no matter what the wandmaker had in mind for him. He would not, under any circumstances, despite the fact that Gerbold thought he would, attack the other man. Hammy was big, he was a brute, he worked with dragons, but he was no violet and would not change who he was simply because Gerbold Ollivander held that opinion of him.

Waiting to see what Gerbold would do, Hamish opened his mouth to warm the man to stay back, that wands would solve nothing, then everything stopped. He watched in shocked horror as Gerbold reached for his wand, but never made it, the shock evident in his eyes as he toppled backwards with a sickening crack against the hard wood floor.

"Son of a bitch!" Hamish exclaimed, but there was no way in hell he was letting Gerbold die on his watch. Fortunately, thanks to years of working with dragons, Hamish had quick reflexes, though apparently not fast enough to keep Gerbold from whacking his head that hard, and judging by the amount of blood, it was time to go. Finding his wand, he hefted the man easily up off the floor and with a loud crack! disapparated to the hospital.