Magic wand that does things with faries that grant wishes and brings what ever you say but you need to say “I wish” then the wish or else they don’t grant it. Tinkerbell uses it in peter pan but in a different way hahaha lol wands pretty cool. you can make words like dan and and (haha) naw or dawn nice used all of them. but ya wand cool stuff right wand wand wand is the dawn of the fawn in the lawn sdfdfdf
He grabbed her hand, “Ginny, you can’t do this, I won’t let you” The words did no good, though and with a quick flick of her wrist, the animal was dead. “You didn’t need to do that,” Harry said, after a beat, “we could’ve found another way.” Ginny smiled a sad, empty smile, “No, this needed to be done
I wave my wand at your face, the pimples disappear and I’m left with the wafting waves of dew swirling in the air. The wand is made of petrified wood, and the wood must have seen something truly frightening because whenever I use it, your face almost disappears completely. I love this wand.
If I had a magical, working wand, i would generate the solutions to all of the problems my friends and I face. We would have money and needed horse supplies and repaired fences. However, I only have many… fake… wands in my room.
A wand. You’d think something so powerful looked a little more than a random piece of stick. But you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. I mean, I never really like any of the Harry Potter book covers; and the books inside were wonderful. Says a lot, don’t it?
A wand is something that many HP people like to describe as a token that represents all of the movies. I think it represents power, and people have those wands so they will have power over those who do not like Harry Potter. This may be good power, and it may be bad. I just hope they do something good with that power.
i wish i had a wand. i could undo all my past mistakes, all my problems would be fixed, all things could be repaired. magic. thats what i want in my life. magic. lots and lots of magic. i could use it for anything i wanted. it would be great. marvelous. i would love a wand.
He waved the magic wand and suddenly…. she was in the south of France. The warm sun was beaming down on her as she lay in the cushy chair, overlooking the vineyard. Taking a sip of wine she looked over at her paints and easel and waited for inspiration.
I took out my wand so fast it snapped in two clean pieces. As the man approached, I retreated, stumbling over a half-buried tree root. He believed himself the victor, grinning more creepily with each advance. I winced but did not break with his gaze.
The truth is, I’m addicted to twisting my hair, I swear a lot, I’m too stubborn for my own good, and I have a hard time feeling happy for people. But I love my flaws. And if that makes me crazy, then I guess I am. Want me to wave a magic wand and make my imperfections vanish? Never.
Magic seeped with energy from the small branch. It looked luminous in the patch of moonlight, engulfed by the dewey grass. It beckoned to her with it’s power and enveloped her in it’s strength. It whispered to her to pick it up, called to her to use it’s whimsical power. Cautiously she approached and felt her fingers tingle as she gently picked up the wand, cradling it in her arms
from her hand it was held
in the dark
a faint shimmer from the singing stars above
a slip from her fingers
and a fall to the floor
in her eyes I saw
what had to be
magic.
I waved my wand around, hoping for the best.
Absolutely nothing.
Alright then, I thought to myself, apparently I have no magic in me.
At the last moment, the last movement of my wrist, sparks shot from the end of my wand, showering my feet
Harry Potter was the staple of my childhood. Also you know I used to find sticks outside that i’d pretend were my own wand or walking stick but that kind of goes to LOTR not HP. I really loved Harry and his adventures…good times
A beautiful fairy from deep, dark and terrifying woods carried a wand that was powerless, or so she thought. As she stumbled on the obstacle filled path her foot caught on the snarled root of a giant redwood tree causing her to lose her balance and twist an ankle. Unable to walk, fearful of the invisible creatures that lurked nearby with tears trailing down her pale cheeks, she felt hopless. Being on her way to the nearby town to help a small, sickly child recover from an illness that would surely kill the youngster by days end tomorrow, sorrow filled her and hopelessness weighed her down. The fairy concentrated and tried to think of another way to complete her task, but could not come to any decisive conclusion. After having thought continuously about her situation, she felt a tingle in the palm of her hand, then more of a wiggling sensation followed by definite movement. When she lifted her temple from her buckled up knees, she looked at the strange feeling hand and stared at the slightly glowing wand. Suddenly, the wand jumped out of her clenched hand and had a life of its’ own bucking, swaying, almost dancing around as if it had a secret to tell. Shocked, the slight fairy beckoned and pleaded for the wand to return to her. Although she found no power in the wand, it filled her with security when she had it in her possession. In this way, she relied on her wand and found power in the security it provided. Little did she know that the security the wand produced was the beginning of the power it possessed. It was her insecurity that had awakened the power in the wand and caused it to flash it’s power down at the fairy and heal her so that she would be able to complete her task. Although she stood tenuously at first, her ankle felt much stronger and was healed enough for her to walk. As she continued her walk through the woods, the wand returned to her open palm. It was at this point that she finally realized that the power of the wand could only reach it’s true potentional when the need for it’s powers was extremely intense and one’s thought was focused. Once the fairy with her wand reached the small town and the sickly childs home, she concentrated as hard as she could and focused on the desperation of the child’s family and the misery of the child herself. Again, the wand jumped out of her hand, pointed at the child and healed with its’ glowing power. The glow in the cheeks of the child grew brighter and filled her eyes while her hollowed cheeks and bony legs grew fleshier. The fairy and her wand left the family’s cottage knowing that the sickly child was no longer ill and would live to tell of her miraculous tale.
A wand is typically a piece of wood that is said to have magical properties. The type of wand that I’m most familiar with is the type used in the Harry Potter series. Harry and other wizards in JKR’s world are given a wand when they turn 11 and begin their training. the wand has three attributes that are said to affect its power: the type of wood, the length, and the core. In the Harry Potter books, Harry’s wand is special because the core of his wand is a phoenix feather from the same bird that gave another tail feather to a different wand, which was later purchased by Lord Voldemort, the evil wizard that murdered Harry’s parents.
I didn’t know how to hold it in my hand. It was heavy and possessed a power I never knew possible. He had left it for me to have at an older age but it didn’t go as planned. My mind wandered at the possibilities and all the havoc I could cause.
He waved his magick wand, but nothing happened. Startled, he realized that he had forgotten everything that he had been taught today. Racking his brain for the simplest spell, he came up with NOTHING. Death would surely come.
AGAIN? NO. I got wand just now. And yet still I have to write? Alright, I’ll try again. This is not about a wand. Because by not writing about it…OK, that was bad. This is just a stream of consciousness. Now, if I had a wand, i could just flick it and the words would come out. I wouldn’t have to stoop to typing on a keyboard.
this wand had belonged to her mother. there was nothing special looking about it, it looked ordinary, like a thin pale piece of willow wood. but it felt strange in her hand, stirring, coursing, magic coursed through that willow wood and when she held it, the magic of ages flowed through her veins.
a wand is a very magical thing. it can spread lots of joy. you can say wand and mean a few different things. right now my mind is in the gutter so i am thinking of a dick. and saying it is a wand and how is that. not good actually very bad. Wand like in harry potter his friend ron could show me his wand anyday and i would show him a very nice way to shine is wand. LOL Um olivander sells wands, until he dies. at least i think he dies. I am not sure if he does or not. I dont really want to polish his wand he is old and wierd. but ron or rather the actor who plays ron now his wand i would polish to a shine. MmHmm nom noms LOL you shot magic out of wands LOL or in this case he would be shoting different stuff. why am i so perverted to night? I just got some i shouldnt be this horny. Lord have mercy.
A wonderful way to control the world around you. A little help with your inner energy. I like the idea of something that’s an extension of myself, like a multi-purpose appliance that reacts to my thoughts and commands. I can do the dishes or launde
Reminds me of Harry Potter. A little ridiculous, a little childish but still fills me with wonder. What can’t you do with one of these? Well, solve your love life probably, but otherwise you’re probably good. A metaphor for power, hope, outside help of
Magic abounds. It is in the air, the water, the very life essence. The wand helps to channel that power, that magic, and put it straight into cable hands. What do you want to use that wand for?
She held the wand in her hand and believed she was a fairy princess. She could make the world change. Things would be better soon. Mommy would get well and everyone would be happy. There would be no more tears, no more hushed conversations. She wantante dher life bck
harry potter>? con hagrid comprando la varita. voldemort. hermione . hogwarts. run <3endjjfgbvf mbvj no sé que mas escribir con wand. i wish i had oneeeeee. [para desaparecer las cosas que no quiero en mi vidaa. negatividad pa fueraaa. vlbbbbbbbwuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :D.
a magical wand was just sitting there on top of the table. it shone against the clear glass, brighter than any star in the sky, brighter than a light bulb, even brighter, perhaps then a smile. caroline walked over and touched the end of it with one fingertip and she felt a buzz run up her arm. hearing footsteps in the hall, she grabbed the wand and spun in a circle, ready to face her captors.
You don’t need one to make magic. I tried once when I was 6, made one out of tree bark and waved it around. Unfortunately, I almost took out my neighbor’s eye. And since then, I’ve never really believed in the sort of magic you find in Harry Potter. But, I do believe in magic. And you and I, we’re special.
a magic wand fell into my hands from the sky. the wand could do nothing but grow new plants from the ground. it did this because it was made to make the world a beautiful place, and only a beautiful place. no matter who’s hands it fell into the world would interpret their desires into different forms of beauty. the magic carried from user to use and gave us the world we have today.
Harry Potter uses a wand, which makes one wonder about the possible phallic symbolism in that particular series of children’s novels. After all, it is the story of a boy who, right around the age of twelve, goes through a series of “strange” changes that lead to his eventually becoming a man. Does this mean Ron is impotent?
I will wave my wand in the air. Like a witch. Am I an evil witch or a good witch? I do not know. My want will be wooden and maybe a little bit crooked. Have you seen Harry Potter’s wand? Yeah, like that.
Magic wand that does things with faries that grant wishes and brings what ever you say but you need to say “I wish” then the wish or else they don’t grant it. Tinkerbell uses it in peter pan but in a different way hahaha lol wands pretty cool. you can make words like dan and and (haha) naw or dawn nice used all of them. but ya wand cool stuff right wand wand wand is the dawn of the fawn in the lawn sdfdfdf
He grabbed her hand, “Ginny, you can’t do this, I won’t let you” The words did no good, though and with a quick flick of her wrist, the animal was dead. “You didn’t need to do that,” Harry said, after a beat, “we could’ve found another way.” Ginny smiled a sad, empty smile, “No, this needed to be done
I wave my wand at your face, the pimples disappear and I’m left with the wafting waves of dew swirling in the air. The wand is made of petrified wood, and the wood must have seen something truly frightening because whenever I use it, your face almost disappears completely. I love this wand.
If I had a magical, working wand, i would generate the solutions to all of the problems my friends and I face. We would have money and needed horse supplies and repaired fences. However, I only have many… fake… wands in my room.
A wand. You’d think something so powerful looked a little more than a random piece of stick. But you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. I mean, I never really like any of the Harry Potter book covers; and the books inside were wonderful. Says a lot, don’t it?
A wand is something that many HP people like to describe as a token that represents all of the movies. I think it represents power, and people have those wands so they will have power over those who do not like Harry Potter. This may be good power, and it may be bad. I just hope they do something good with that power.
i wish i had a wand. i could undo all my past mistakes, all my problems would be fixed, all things could be repaired. magic. thats what i want in my life. magic. lots and lots of magic. i could use it for anything i wanted. it would be great. marvelous. i would love a wand.
a magic septor that if you wave, and say the magic words, will create before you, what you wished for.
He waved the magic wand and suddenly…. she was in the south of France. The warm sun was beaming down on her as she lay in the cushy chair, overlooking the vineyard. Taking a sip of wine she looked over at her paints and easel and waited for inspiration.
It was just a little black dowel with a painted white tip- but Mommy told me that it was magic- and for my 4year old self there was nothing better.
on time
I took out my wand so fast it snapped in two clean pieces. As the man approached, I retreated, stumbling over a half-buried tree root. He believed himself the victor, grinning more creepily with each advance. I winced but did not break with his gaze.
The truth is, I’m addicted to twisting my hair, I swear a lot, I’m too stubborn for my own good, and I have a hard time feeling happy for people. But I love my flaws. And if that makes me crazy, then I guess I am. Want me to wave a magic wand and make my imperfections vanish? Never.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me!”
The boy aimed his wand. “Avada kedavra! “
Magic seeped with energy from the small branch. It looked luminous in the patch of moonlight, engulfed by the dewey grass. It beckoned to her with it’s power and enveloped her in it’s strength. It whispered to her to pick it up, called to her to use it’s whimsical power. Cautiously she approached and felt her fingers tingle as she gently picked up the wand, cradling it in her arms
from her hand it was held
in the dark
a faint shimmer from the singing stars above
a slip from her fingers
and a fall to the floor
in her eyes I saw
what had to be
magic.
I waved my wand around, hoping for the best.
Absolutely nothing.
Alright then, I thought to myself, apparently I have no magic in me.
At the last moment, the last movement of my wrist, sparks shot from the end of my wand, showering my feet
If I get a wand does that mean I can attend Hogwarts and have sexual relations with Ron, Harry, & Hermione? Sweet. ;)
Harry Potter was the staple of my childhood. Also you know I used to find sticks outside that i’d pretend were my own wand or walking stick but that kind of goes to LOTR not HP. I really loved Harry and his adventures…good times
Harry potter flurttered his wand in the air and shouted the words, “abracadarbra!” as he who shall not be named floundered upon him.
A beautiful fairy from deep, dark and terrifying woods carried a wand that was powerless, or so she thought. As she stumbled on the obstacle filled path her foot caught on the snarled root of a giant redwood tree causing her to lose her balance and twist an ankle. Unable to walk, fearful of the invisible creatures that lurked nearby with tears trailing down her pale cheeks, she felt hopless. Being on her way to the nearby town to help a small, sickly child recover from an illness that would surely kill the youngster by days end tomorrow, sorrow filled her and hopelessness weighed her down. The fairy concentrated and tried to think of another way to complete her task, but could not come to any decisive conclusion. After having thought continuously about her situation, she felt a tingle in the palm of her hand, then more of a wiggling sensation followed by definite movement. When she lifted her temple from her buckled up knees, she looked at the strange feeling hand and stared at the slightly glowing wand. Suddenly, the wand jumped out of her clenched hand and had a life of its’ own bucking, swaying, almost dancing around as if it had a secret to tell. Shocked, the slight fairy beckoned and pleaded for the wand to return to her. Although she found no power in the wand, it filled her with security when she had it in her possession. In this way, she relied on her wand and found power in the security it provided. Little did she know that the security the wand produced was the beginning of the power it possessed. It was her insecurity that had awakened the power in the wand and caused it to flash it’s power down at the fairy and heal her so that she would be able to complete her task. Although she stood tenuously at first, her ankle felt much stronger and was healed enough for her to walk. As she continued her walk through the woods, the wand returned to her open palm. It was at this point that she finally realized that the power of the wand could only reach it’s true potentional when the need for it’s powers was extremely intense and one’s thought was focused. Once the fairy with her wand reached the small town and the sickly childs home, she concentrated as hard as she could and focused on the desperation of the child’s family and the misery of the child herself. Again, the wand jumped out of her hand, pointed at the child and healed with its’ glowing power. The glow in the cheeks of the child grew brighter and filled her eyes while her hollowed cheeks and bony legs grew fleshier. The fairy and her wand left the family’s cottage knowing that the sickly child was no longer ill and would live to tell of her miraculous tale.
oh old friend lets make magic together!!
A wand is typically a piece of wood that is said to have magical properties. The type of wand that I’m most familiar with is the type used in the Harry Potter series. Harry and other wizards in JKR’s world are given a wand when they turn 11 and begin their training. the wand has three attributes that are said to affect its power: the type of wood, the length, and the core. In the Harry Potter books, Harry’s wand is special because the core of his wand is a phoenix feather from the same bird that gave another tail feather to a different wand, which was later purchased by Lord Voldemort, the evil wizard that murdered Harry’s parents.
Swish and flick. Swish and flick. I couldn’t get the movement quite right, and I ended up removing the professor’s toupee instead.
I didn’t know how to hold it in my hand. It was heavy and possessed a power I never knew possible. He had left it for me to have at an older age but it didn’t go as planned. My mind wandered at the possibilities and all the havoc I could cause.
He waved his magick wand, but nothing happened. Startled, he realized that he had forgotten everything that he had been taught today. Racking his brain for the simplest spell, he came up with NOTHING. Death would surely come.
AGAIN? NO. I got wand just now. And yet still I have to write? Alright, I’ll try again. This is not about a wand. Because by not writing about it…OK, that was bad. This is just a stream of consciousness. Now, if I had a wand, i could just flick it and the words would come out. I wouldn’t have to stoop to typing on a keyboard.
this wand had belonged to her mother. there was nothing special looking about it, it looked ordinary, like a thin pale piece of willow wood. but it felt strange in her hand, stirring, coursing, magic coursed through that willow wood and when she held it, the magic of ages flowed through her veins.
a wand is a very magical thing. it can spread lots of joy. you can say wand and mean a few different things. right now my mind is in the gutter so i am thinking of a dick. and saying it is a wand and how is that. not good actually very bad. Wand like in harry potter his friend ron could show me his wand anyday and i would show him a very nice way to shine is wand. LOL Um olivander sells wands, until he dies. at least i think he dies. I am not sure if he does or not. I dont really want to polish his wand he is old and wierd. but ron or rather the actor who plays ron now his wand i would polish to a shine. MmHmm nom noms LOL you shot magic out of wands LOL or in this case he would be shoting different stuff. why am i so perverted to night? I just got some i shouldnt be this horny. Lord have mercy.
A wonderful way to control the world around you. A little help with your inner energy. I like the idea of something that’s an extension of myself, like a multi-purpose appliance that reacts to my thoughts and commands. I can do the dishes or launde
Reminds me of Harry Potter. A little ridiculous, a little childish but still fills me with wonder. What can’t you do with one of these? Well, solve your love life probably, but otherwise you’re probably good. A metaphor for power, hope, outside help of
fairy and pizza and money wishes love james peace insecurity death sleep hamlet mice marriage perfection distortion anger confusion life joy
Magic abounds. It is in the air, the water, the very life essence. The wand helps to channel that power, that magic, and put it straight into cable hands. What do you want to use that wand for?
She held the wand in her hand and believed she was a fairy princess. She could make the world change. Things would be better soon. Mommy would get well and everyone would be happy. There would be no more tears, no more hushed conversations. She wantante dher life bck
harry potter>? con hagrid comprando la varita. voldemort. hermione . hogwarts. run <3endjjfgbvf mbvj no sé que mas escribir con wand. i wish i had oneeeeee. [para desaparecer las cosas que no quiero en mi vidaa. negatividad pa fueraaa. vlbbbbbbbwuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :D.
a magical wand was just sitting there on top of the table. it shone against the clear glass, brighter than any star in the sky, brighter than a light bulb, even brighter, perhaps then a smile. caroline walked over and touched the end of it with one fingertip and she felt a buzz run up her arm. hearing footsteps in the hall, she grabbed the wand and spun in a circle, ready to face her captors.
You don’t need one to make magic. I tried once when I was 6, made one out of tree bark and waved it around. Unfortunately, I almost took out my neighbor’s eye. And since then, I’ve never really believed in the sort of magic you find in Harry Potter. But, I do believe in magic. And you and I, we’re special.
a magic wand fell into my hands from the sky. the wand could do nothing but grow new plants from the ground. it did this because it was made to make the world a beautiful place, and only a beautiful place. no matter who’s hands it fell into the world would interpret their desires into different forms of beauty. the magic carried from user to use and gave us the world we have today.
Harry Potter uses a wand, which makes one wonder about the possible phallic symbolism in that particular series of children’s novels. After all, it is the story of a boy who, right around the age of twelve, goes through a series of “strange” changes that lead to his eventually becoming a man. Does this mean Ron is impotent?
I will wave my wand in the air. Like a witch. Am I an evil witch or a good witch? I do not know. My want will be wooden and maybe a little bit crooked. Have you seen Harry Potter’s wand? Yeah, like that.