Faye had never thought she would truly hate anyone, that was before she met Draco Malfoy. Still, it was easy to stay away from him. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, and she would wander the castle until almost curfew before running back to their dorms and sleeping. The two Slytherins would wake up early and stay in the common room before slipping down to the great hall for breakfast. The only place Malfoy could get away with anything, was in the Potions Class room, so it wasn't too bad. The three Gryffindors and two Slytherins had struck up a routine that they followed, and it worked just fine.

The next Saturday morning, Faye and Harry hurried from the great hall after breakfast and to the small, abandoned classroom they had chosen to do the ritual in. Faye quickly pulled the parcel out of the extended knapsack that she had stuffed it in and opened it up while Harry opened the window enough for Hedwig to soar through before closing it and pulling the old drapes shut. Faye sat down and, following her memory and the directions that her mentor had sent her, using the Black chalk, drew a large square. Then, using the red chalk, drew a diamond-type shape inside the square, making one point of the diamond jut out of the square, enough to draw inside. Then, using the black chalk, drew a swooping line from the point of the diamond sticking out, to the two points of the square, closest to the point. Finally, using the red chalk, she drew the moon cycle with the full moon being inside the diamond point, the other cycle phases following the black arch. Harry then walked over and placed one of Hedwig's feathers in the center of the square and Faye made a small salt triangle around it, before making a salt circle touching the chalk lines. Then she placed the candles, the white and black at the top where the diamond and square crossed, and a red where they touched. Then she stepped back and watched as Harry lit them. She handed him the Sage and Vanilla Incense and sent him a reassuring smile on her face before leaving the room.

She waited until she faintly heard him preforming the spell before walking away to meet two of their three Gryffindor friends in the Library for a bit of studying. They stayed in there, Faye helping Neville understand potions using his knowledge of Herbology, and Hermione helping Harry, when he showed up beaming with Hedwig on his shoulder, with his spell work and theory. The topic of wands seemed to come up out of nowhere.

"Mines 11" long, made of holly, with a phoenix feather core." Harry said, setting it on the table. It was beautifully carved, and the 'handle' seemed to still have the bark on it.

"10¾," vine wood, dragon heartstring core." Hermione beamed proudly, placing the wand on the table next to Harry's. Neville fidgeted.

"I have my father's wand." He muttered, setting it down. Faye looked at him in confusion.

"Don't you have your own?" She asked and Neville shook his head. She looked at Harry in confusion.

"Neville, you need your own wand. That will never work right for you." Neville shrugged.

"My Gran wanted me to use my fathers, so I can honor his memory." He seemed to be trying to look everywhere but them, and Faye stood up.

"C'mon you, let's go to McGonagall. I will personally pay for you to get a wand if I have to." She looked at him and Neville gave a small laugh.

"And I thought it was the Gryffindors that were supposed to be stubborn." She grinned at him.

"Nah, every house can be. You Lions just show it more often than everyone else." She grinned at him and grabbed his hand, hauling him up.

They quickly walked off to Professor McGonagall's office and knocked on the door, entering when told. Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk, looking confused.

"Miss Adder, Mister Longbottom, Miss Granger, Mister Potter." She looked to each of them in turn. "I trust this isn't a social visit?" Faye shook her head.

"No, Professor. Neville hasn't gotten his own wand, he's using his fathers. He said his Grandmother said something about, what was it Neville?" She turned to him, and he seemed to fidget.

"She wanted me to use my father's so I could honor his memory." Professor McGonagall seemed to get angry, and Neville seemed to shrink in on himself more.

"Well, Mister Longbottom, I will Floo Augusta at once and talk to her about this. Though, you should know you are not in trouble. Though this does explain why you are having trouble with your spell work, Mister Longbottom." Neville seemed to relax at this, and she nodded at them. "I'm glad you all came to me about this, I suspect you will be able to obtain you wand tomorrow, right in time for the new week." Neville seemed to brighten up at this, and Faye grinned.

"Thanks Professor!" She called as they walked out of the room.

The next day, Faye found herself standing in Professor McGonagall's office as Madam Longbottom Flooed in. Apparently, the Head of the Noble house wanted to meet the child who helped bring it to her attention that, perhaps using his father's wand was harming her Grandson, no helping him, and bring her along to help him get his wand. After she got her guardian's written permission, thank the gods he was in Scotland and not the Americas, or India.

The woman certainly had an odd style. She was dressed in a long green skirt and matching blazer, with a tall formal hat with a small vulture perched on it. The moment she stepped out of the fireplace she leveled Faye, the only person in the other than Neville and Professor McGonagall, with an extremely stern glare. She took in her Slytherin scarf, which Faye had been wearing often as it got quite cold in the dungeons, black combat boots and skinny jeans, with her loose silver blouse. Then she spoke.

"You're a Slytherin?" She asked and Faye nodded, and gave a small smile, she could see where this was going.

"You want to know why I'm hanging around a bunch of Lions, don't you?" Madam Longbottom nodded, so she continued. "We met on the train, and became friends so when Harry and I got sorted into Slytherin, we decided to continue being friends. It works well, I think. We all bring something different to the table, we just need a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs." She smiled at the woman. "You raised your grandson well, Madam Longbottom. Though he could use a bit more confidence in himself, though I think Harry and the rest of the Lions can help with that." She nudged his shoulder and grinned at him, relaxing a bit more when he grinned back. Madam Longbottom nodded.

"Well, I believe we should be going. Do you know how to travel by Floo, Miss Adder?" The older woman asked her and she nodded, accepting the pinch of flew powder she was offered. Madam Longbottom stepped back into fireplace and threw down the Floo Powder whilst shouting, "Diagon Alley!" Neville followed, then Faye and they found themselves in a small, shabby pub. They scrambled to follow Madam Longbottom as she strode forward at a fast pace. Soon, they reached Ollivanders. It was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A faded purple cushion lay in the dusty window, she fingered the wand in her pocket, the one that used to lay there.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Madam Longbottom hardly glanced at. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. The back of her neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Faye jumped, as did Neville. Ollivander was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Mister Ollivander, we are here to get my Grandson his wand, though a bit late. I'm sad to say I wanted him to use his father's wand, though Minerva and this young lady helped bring me to my senses." Madam Longbottom waved over to Faye and she waved.

"Ah yes, Miss Adder. Do correct me if I'm wrong, 12 3/4 In. with an unbending flexibility, an elegant mix of vine wood and aspen wood with a dragon scale and Unicorn horn sliver, freely given as a core." He smiled at her. "First wand I ever made. How is it working for you?" She grinned.

"Perfectly. I haven't had a problem, and spells are easy." He nodded.

"I'm glad. Now, Mister Longbottom, let's find you a wand." He smiled and started the procedure he did when she entered the shop for the first time.

Soon, they were walking out of the small shop, Neville carrying a new 13", Cherry wood, unicorn tail hair wand. They Flooed back to Hogwarts and settled down for a relaxing evening.

In case it wasn't obvious, this is a filler chapter.