I went running into the living room to find a cauldron full of presents; Harry Potter books, Harry Potter candies, toy broomsticks and a single toy wand. I gushed about the things for weeks, months, years. I still could, if anyone wanted to listen. My family and friends laughed at a ten year old waving a wand around, laughing. They never understood. For once, my mom had really tried with a present for me. Someone had worked hard to make sure my birthday was a memorable one. I kept the toy wand for years until a friend snapped it, and it was reluctantly that I put it into the trash. I outgrew the toy broomstick, the Quidditch and Magical Beasts books were lost in the mess beneath my bed, but the memory of that birthday and the time someone agonized over how to make my birthday special lasted.
Wands remind me of Harry Potter. It is not simply a stick or a twig but it is something you can create with. Whatever you imagine is at your finger tips, nothing can stop you when you have a wand. It is what defines a wizard over a muggle. No, not over. It just assists a wizard in finding the full potential of their magical abilities. Like a dancer wearing the correct shoes. It’s a helper.
She held one in her hand
and from it
sparkles flew
and flashes flashed
and ribbons curled to and fro
as she danced
while wearing her plastic crown
and her mothers necklaces and high heels
the young man stood in the long hallway. HIs breathing had slowed, and his face was red. THe only thing he wanted to do was sleep, but he no longer could. His wand hung by his side, and suddenly he felt the warm sensation of love tickle the back of his next. “Why do I have an NRB?,” he asked himself. There was no answer. There was no reason.
with a flourish of her wand, a beautiful flower rose out of the grimy pot. it was white with a hint of lavender near the center. i kept it for many years, safely hidden in the corner of my greenhouse, a reminder of our secret romance.
The conductor raised his baton and the choir began. Immediately a hush swept through the auditorium and the audience sat spellbound listening to the magic unfolding before them.
The man handed me a wand with a wink and a smile. I wasn’t sure why he was giving it to me, he said I would figure out why later. So, when I came face to face with a giant, I new the time had come to use it. I took out the wand, waved it around and out popped a sign that said,” Gotcha, sucker.” I hate my life.
harry potter uses a wand. there majical. they make his spirit rise. it is his tool. wands are made of wood. they are used by heros in my favorite books. they are personality, a comfort to them. a friend,
Magic and sorcery. Unfortunately I never really got into the whole Harry-Potter-magical-wand thing. But they continue to contribute to traditional fairytales to this day.
Well it’s more like wandering and all the sightseeing thingys you know. We just have to wander around. This is what makes us human-beings. Just go around see things, it’s better than reading books inside your house. yes indeed it is!
The girl with the wand sat on the ground not knowing what to do. With the slight flick of her dainty wrist she had destroyed her grandfather’s barn. Everything he had worked to poses in his long life was gone in an instant. Her thoughts immediately turned to her ex boyfriend; as the thoughts began to circulate a smile formed on her face.
harry potter has a wand made of one of the two feathers of a specific phoenix. the only other feather lies within lord voldemort’s wand. this impedes voldemort from harming harry, as wands from the same animal cannot harm each other. draco is the master of the elder wand, as he disarmed dumbledore before the latter’s death.
i have a magic wand
that you just can’t see
you beat me with words
you insult me with punches
you wouldn’t
if you could see
my magic wand
i can’t show it to you
i won’t tell you about it
i don’t want you to hate me
or like me
because i have a magic wand
Wand, a magical instrument we can wave to make all our dreams come true. As children we believe in happily ever after and maybe it is that dream that makes it impossible for us to ever be happy, because this mythical place doesn’t exist after all, we are sad to later discover. It is painful growing up and no longer being able to believe in princes and princesses and magic kingdoms and wizards and fairy godmothers and bibbity bobity boo.
magic happy potter thinking about some girl. oh man. the pole dance girl… with the magic wand and the fan freakin tastic shoes. no. no. I meant. what did I mean. OH! the music. the song was fantastic. I think that got me off more that anything. I wonderif shje’s related to hermoine? That would be sick.
this reminds me of fairy tales which aren’t real. also that thing that was sitting on top of the water cooler at remuda that looked like a want or something. this reminds me of young girls and stuck up people and i just had to take a break because my ocd box was bothering me. i don’t like pink or purple and this word makes me thing of that and glitter and princesses and people that like princesses which is not me
i think wand its a great word i love to say it , but i dont really know what does it mean, and i dont have the time to look it in google and thats a shame because if i knew the word i would personnally write something awsome
I see a wand that has been held in his hand for a long time. It is made from a birch tree. The end of it has been rubbed to a sheen by the oils in his hand and the bark is all but stripped form the branch, but non the less, it is beautiful. The instrument is not that of hatred, and you can see it in the wand, it may be that of a plaything, but you can also see that it is real, if not in your eyes, but in the eyes of a small child. It is his wand.
“Honey come here, quick…you’re not going to believe this.”
“What is it Mark?”
“I told Gracie to pick up twigs in the front yard and look at what she’s doing. She’s using that one as a magic wand and it’s…it’s like really working.”
“I can’t believe it! She’s turning those trees into giant ice-cream cones.”
wands, with a a swish you can make a dream come true. if only they existed. all dreams would come true. it reminds me of harry potter. i love harry potter. dreams come true in that novel. novel. thats where it belongs. because the world is bitter and cold and dreams rarely come true. thats how we made it. but thats why we have harry potter.
The wizard selected the old one. The one with the knots and twisted grip. The one with the burnt tip and leather strap. The one that birthed his son and burnt his enemy.
I have a magic wand, in my pants! I call it the wand because it can stupify any chick and when I say alohamora her legs open up like a book! My wand is the wand of pleasure and pure female extacy.
harry potter had a wand. He used it against voldemort but couldnt kill him with it. Finally he battled voldemort and voldemorts “own” wand killed himself. interesting how that all ended. should have had potter kill him. its what i would have written. kinda a lame ending to one of the greatest book series ever.
Kevin didn’t have a magic wand and couldn’t turn back time to one when he hadn’t screwed up on the bridge again, but he’d have used it if he could. He supposed, in retrospect, that the singing during his shift had been the problem, and disturbed everyone, and that really, the chaos he had caused down in engineering when he’d burst in looking for the still was part of the problem.
A wand. It’s used to produce so many things. What things? whatever you can imagine! Maybe the love of your life? Maybe something to get you through the day? It’s whatever you like. You choose. It’s your own destiny. Take it by the hand and lead it through the light and onto the path that is right for you.
I have a magical wand tha tI use to do anything that I want with. IT allows me to go anywhere I want and be anyone I want. I can cure the sick and help my family when they need it. It allows me to have strength when I alone do not. I can help the worl be a better place. One that is free of hate and evil. One that is magical and good.
The wand hits the ground. silence bellows throughout the room. he stands there, defeated. he doesn’t blink. he doesn’t move. he just stands. outside, the moon rises to grace the earth with the gift of night. dogs howl at the moon, hoping to chase it away.
i have a magic wand – I love to swing it in the air – what will I do with this wand? – will I make something appear:? disappear? if you hve a wand and you dont take it out or don’t use it very often, then the wand is just a stick – an ordinary old stick that you can put in the air or not and nothing will come of it.
harry potter and his movies. I love his movies and the way they make me feel, and the fact that he is so cute. But Ronald Weasly is cuter. I really wish that he was a real character and it is to the point that I really wouldn’t mind meeting Rupert Grint just so I could get caught in that mind set. Speaking of which, that mind set. Sometimes I want to run away and sleep because that’s the only time i feel normal.
harry potter and ron weasly and hermoine use wands to defend themselves against evil. the wand has magical powers and fits with every person it is matched to. lord voldemort also has a wand. he uses his for evil.
“You’ll find you don’t need a wand, once you get more training.”
“Training?” I said, dragging my eyes away from the peeled-white branch of willow.
“Yes, training. All witches need training.”
“Oh?” I breathed, and I turned by attention back to the branch, which shone unnaturally in the moonlight. I grinned. “Well, I’ll consider it, I suppose.”
Lord Voldemort stole the Elder Wand from Albus Dumbledore and attempted to take over the wizarding and Muggle communities. Unfortunately, he did not succeed as Harry Potter’s magical skills were stronger than his since Harry could love and Voldemort did not understand this human emotion.
I went running into the living room to find a cauldron full of presents; Harry Potter books, Harry Potter candies, toy broomsticks and a single toy wand. I gushed about the things for weeks, months, years. I still could, if anyone wanted to listen. My family and friends laughed at a ten year old waving a wand around, laughing. They never understood. For once, my mom had really tried with a present for me. Someone had worked hard to make sure my birthday was a memorable one. I kept the toy wand for years until a friend snapped it, and it was reluctantly that I put it into the trash. I outgrew the toy broomstick, the Quidditch and Magical Beasts books were lost in the mess beneath my bed, but the memory of that birthday and the time someone agonized over how to make my birthday special lasted.
Wands remind me of Harry Potter. It is not simply a stick or a twig but it is something you can create with. Whatever you imagine is at your finger tips, nothing can stop you when you have a wand. It is what defines a wizard over a muggle. No, not over. It just assists a wizard in finding the full potential of their magical abilities. Like a dancer wearing the correct shoes. It’s a helper.
She held one in her hand
and from it
sparkles flew
and flashes flashed
and ribbons curled to and fro
as she danced
while wearing her plastic crown
and her mothers necklaces and high heels
the young man stood in the long hallway. HIs breathing had slowed, and his face was red. THe only thing he wanted to do was sleep, but he no longer could. His wand hung by his side, and suddenly he felt the warm sensation of love tickle the back of his next. “Why do I have an NRB?,” he asked himself. There was no answer. There was no reason.
with a flourish of her wand, a beautiful flower rose out of the grimy pot. it was white with a hint of lavender near the center. i kept it for many years, safely hidden in the corner of my greenhouse, a reminder of our secret romance.
The conductor raised his baton and the choir began. Immediately a hush swept through the auditorium and the audience sat spellbound listening to the magic unfolding before them.
The man handed me a wand with a wink and a smile. I wasn’t sure why he was giving it to me, he said I would figure out why later. So, when I came face to face with a giant, I new the time had come to use it. I took out the wand, waved it around and out popped a sign that said,” Gotcha, sucker.” I hate my life.
harry potter uses a wand. there majical. they make his spirit rise. it is his tool. wands are made of wood. they are used by heros in my favorite books. they are personality, a comfort to them. a friend,
Magic and sorcery. Unfortunately I never really got into the whole Harry-Potter-magical-wand thing. But they continue to contribute to traditional fairytales to this day.
Used by fairies or fairy godmothers who turn pumpkins into carraiges, maids into princesses and mice into horses. Magical.
Well it’s more like wandering and all the sightseeing thingys you know. We just have to wander around. This is what makes us human-beings. Just go around see things, it’s better than reading books inside your house. yes indeed it is!
The girl with the wand sat on the ground not knowing what to do. With the slight flick of her dainty wrist she had destroyed her grandfather’s barn. Everything he had worked to poses in his long life was gone in an instant. Her thoughts immediately turned to her ex boyfriend; as the thoughts began to circulate a smile formed on her face.
harry potter has a wand made of one of the two feathers of a specific phoenix. the only other feather lies within lord voldemort’s wand. this impedes voldemort from harming harry, as wands from the same animal cannot harm each other. draco is the master of the elder wand, as he disarmed dumbledore before the latter’s death.
is that a wand in your pocket or are you happy to see me?
Whichever your answer, I’d like to put my basilisk in your chamber of secrets.
haaha
i have a magic wand
that you just can’t see
you beat me with words
you insult me with punches
you wouldn’t
if you could see
my magic wand
i can’t show it to you
i won’t tell you about it
i don’t want you to hate me
or like me
because i have a magic wand
Wand, a magical instrument we can wave to make all our dreams come true. As children we believe in happily ever after and maybe it is that dream that makes it impossible for us to ever be happy, because this mythical place doesn’t exist after all, we are sad to later discover. It is painful growing up and no longer being able to believe in princes and princesses and magic kingdoms and wizards and fairy godmothers and bibbity bobity boo.
magic happy potter thinking about some girl. oh man. the pole dance girl… with the magic wand and the fan freakin tastic shoes. no. no. I meant. what did I mean. OH! the music. the song was fantastic. I think that got me off more that anything. I wonderif shje’s related to hermoine? That would be sick.
this reminds me of fairy tales which aren’t real. also that thing that was sitting on top of the water cooler at remuda that looked like a want or something. this reminds me of young girls and stuck up people and i just had to take a break because my ocd box was bothering me. i don’t like pink or purple and this word makes me thing of that and glitter and princesses and people that like princesses which is not me
i think wand its a great word i love to say it , but i dont really know what does it mean, and i dont have the time to look it in google and thats a shame because if i knew the word i would personnally write something awsome
She waived her magic wand. Anything she wanted was at her fingertips.
I see a wand that has been held in his hand for a long time. It is made from a birch tree. The end of it has been rubbed to a sheen by the oils in his hand and the bark is all but stripped form the branch, but non the less, it is beautiful. The instrument is not that of hatred, and you can see it in the wand, it may be that of a plaything, but you can also see that it is real, if not in your eyes, but in the eyes of a small child. It is his wand.
“Honey come here, quick…you’re not going to believe this.”
“What is it Mark?”
“I told Gracie to pick up twigs in the front yard and look at what she’s doing. She’s using that one as a magic wand and it’s…it’s like really working.”
“I can’t believe it! She’s turning those trees into giant ice-cream cones.”
“What in the world…call Mr. Robins!”
wands, with a a swish you can make a dream come true. if only they existed. all dreams would come true. it reminds me of harry potter. i love harry potter. dreams come true in that novel. novel. thats where it belongs. because the world is bitter and cold and dreams rarely come true. thats how we made it. but thats why we have harry potter.
The wizard selected the old one. The one with the knots and twisted grip. The one with the burnt tip and leather strap. The one that birthed his son and burnt his enemy.
a pen is awand to create a story
Life is a story.
so write about. outcomes change and nothing is set untill bound and printed.
make your own
you shook your wand
and cast a spell
I watched it all
I did not tell
You changed my life
it all did change
I need you now
tell me you’ll stay
I have a magic wand, in my pants! I call it the wand because it can stupify any chick and when I say alohamora her legs open up like a book! My wand is the wand of pleasure and pure female extacy.
harry potter had a wand. He used it against voldemort but couldnt kill him with it. Finally he battled voldemort and voldemorts “own” wand killed himself. interesting how that all ended. should have had potter kill him. its what i would have written. kinda a lame ending to one of the greatest book series ever.
Harry Potter used his wand everyday at Hogwarts. It had a piece of a unicorn tail in it. Voldemort had a similar wand.
Kevin didn’t have a magic wand and couldn’t turn back time to one when he hadn’t screwed up on the bridge again, but he’d have used it if he could. He supposed, in retrospect, that the singing during his shift had been the problem, and disturbed everyone, and that really, the chaos he had caused down in engineering when he’d burst in looking for the still was part of the problem.
A wand. It’s used to produce so many things. What things? whatever you can imagine! Maybe the love of your life? Maybe something to get you through the day? It’s whatever you like. You choose. It’s your own destiny. Take it by the hand and lead it through the light and onto the path that is right for you.
burned by magic, the pretty pretty princess learned that her dreams would never come true. “there are no such things as fairytales, ophelia,” he said.
Fairy, wizard, princess, Disney, fairytale, make believe. etc. I don’t know…
I have a magical wand tha tI use to do anything that I want with. IT allows me to go anywhere I want and be anyone I want. I can cure the sick and help my family when they need it. It allows me to have strength when I alone do not. I can help the worl be a better place. One that is free of hate and evil. One that is magical and good.
The wand hits the ground. silence bellows throughout the room. he stands there, defeated. he doesn’t blink. he doesn’t move. he just stands. outside, the moon rises to grace the earth with the gift of night. dogs howl at the moon, hoping to chase it away.
i have a magic wand – I love to swing it in the air – what will I do with this wand? – will I make something appear:? disappear? if you hve a wand and you dont take it out or don’t use it very often, then the wand is just a stick – an ordinary old stick that you can put in the air or not and nothing will come of it.
harry potter and his movies. I love his movies and the way they make me feel, and the fact that he is so cute. But Ronald Weasly is cuter. I really wish that he was a real character and it is to the point that I really wouldn’t mind meeting Rupert Grint just so I could get caught in that mind set. Speaking of which, that mind set. Sometimes I want to run away and sleep because that’s the only time i feel normal.
harry potter and ron weasly and hermoine use wands to defend themselves against evil. the wand has magical powers and fits with every person it is matched to. lord voldemort also has a wand. he uses his for evil.
“You’ll find you don’t need a wand, once you get more training.”
“Training?” I said, dragging my eyes away from the peeled-white branch of willow.
“Yes, training. All witches need training.”
“Oh?” I breathed, and I turned by attention back to the branch, which shone unnaturally in the moonlight. I grinned. “Well, I’ll consider it, I suppose.”
Lord Voldemort stole the Elder Wand from Albus Dumbledore and attempted to take over the wizarding and Muggle communities. Unfortunately, he did not succeed as Harry Potter’s magical skills were stronger than his since Harry could love and Voldemort did not understand this human emotion.