I stepped into Ollivander's, heart beating like a drum in my chest. The anticipation of being handed my first wand growing. The shop was much smaller than I remembered. Granted, I was merely four years old when I stepped into this shop with my older brother so he could be given his first wand. The shelves were littered with boxes upon boxes of wands. A kind-looking man stood on a ladder near the back of the store. "That must be him," I thought to myself. I walked up behind him and and the words to introduce myself barely left my lips when Mr. Ollivander turned and smiled.
"Ah. I thought you would arrive today. It seemed like it was only yesterday when you wandered into my store with your brother, Jeno. Now let us find your wand..."
I followed Mr. Ollivander around his shop. He presented several wands to me. Some produced a few unimpressive sparks, other just didn't feel right. Finally, he pulled out a lone wand from the bottom corner of a shelf that seemed long forgotten. He blew the dust from the lid and opened the box. My fingers tingled, itching to feel the magic course through my body and into the wand.
"Yew. Flexible. Dragon heartstrings from the Peruvian Vipertooth. 6 and 3/4in. Ah. From the same dragon as your brother's. Hmm."
I ignored his queer observation and gently pulled the wand from its box. I waved it about, the swish noise it made as it cut through the air was music to my ears. This wand would be my partner in magic, my teacher, protector. Now that we had found each other, forever we would need each other.
"Thank you, sir."
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