Agna Ludwig and the magical ruin dust

Intro

A pointed hat was carried through the cold wind. Up above rooftops and through the narrow streets of Berlin. It passed busy people, who didn't know about its background, before it finally landed in a puddle somewhere in Friedrichshain.

The same wind made an old-fashioned doorbell ring in a narrow street that you wouldn't find on any map. The sound made a girl, who was standing on the other side of the store front, jump, as she slowly woke up. She wiped off the greasy mark left on the table from where her cheek had been a few seconds before while yawning. She stretched her legs to secure that the store still was empty from costumers.

"Hello?" She stuttered while making her hands to fists in her sleeves. She circled around the old desk at the same time in the small store.

She was, as expected, alone. She leaned against the desk and looked out through the different colored glass that made the street look much nicer than its reality. The view had been nice once, she was told. But that was all a part of the stories that her father told her when she made a lament about why they hadn't disappeared with the rest of the magical world.

Germany was, once again, a focal point. Those witches and wizards who hadn't left under the rule of Hitler had left later with the threat of the idea to divide Germany into two: East and West. Left was a ghost town that had once been one of the largest and mightiest places of Europe, but now left in ruins and dust.

The girl kept staring at the windows. Her only movement was resting on the other leg, as the other one started sleeping. No one passed the windows. She sighed continuing on the task she'd worked on before falling asleep.

The first box was opened slowly. She looked around in in the store to secure that her father wasn't present without her knowing. She put the wooden lid carefully down. Her long, slim fingers reached out for the mighty, small wand lying within.

She felt the usual buzzing through her fingers while the excitement made every hair on her body electric. The wand let go of the silky, red fabric and welcomed her cold palm.

She automatically felt 10 centimeters taller and 100% more important with the wand in her hand. She didn't know about its knowledge, but it did however fell like she a part of her was bonded with its magic.

The clock rang once again but this time it wasn't from the wind. She hastily hid the wand in the box at the same time, as the door opened. Her father, a small, round man was pushing the door open with his back, before turning around with the arms full of new coming boxes.

"Agna, see what I've been lucky to get my hands on," her dad started. He was totally hypnotized of the thought that the magical community had never been better. The table was already full of boxes, but he managed to place all of the new boxes on top of the box-mountain.

Agna smiled a bit. She wanted to show respect for her father's loving work, but on the other hand, she also felt like she shouldn't show too much curiosity in a world that she knew, she'd never be a part of and that made her feel divided.

Her dad opened one of the dark boxes and more wands appeared. Agna felt how her toes crumpled together in the old boots while looking over her father's shoulder.

"But dad... what about the other wands?" Agna whispered knowing that she shouldn't have said the words out loud. The small man placed the lit on the box again and put it back on the desk in a silent, slowly motion before turning around.

"Every witch or wizard deserves to get her or his wand, Agna. We can't give them a bad service just because things go a bit slowly at the moment," he said and squeezed her shoulder with a small smile: