Alexander walked into the shop and immediately he felt as if he had stepped into an ancient place. All around him were storage spaces for wands. Alexander could swear that there were hundreds of them. Maybe even thousands. Almost too many to count.
Furthermore, the place was very dusty. Honestly, it almost felt as if the building had been abandoned for years. It felt as if Alexander had taken a step into the past.
Alexander looked around, looking in awe at the many wands. Standing next to what seemed to be a counter with a ledger that was only just smaller than himself. He could even see the vague outline of two areas further back with even more wands and other materials.
Then Alexander almost leaped back as a man suddenly appeared in the doorway to the storage area. The man seemed to have white hair and seemed to be even older than his grandfather.
The man seemed to have white hair, sunken eyes, and silvery-white eyes. SILVERY WHITE EYES, THAT IS NOT NORMAL !!! Alexander screamed in his mind.

Then the old man looked straight at Alexander. Looking past his eyes and seeming to look into his very soul. Then the man spoke, a creaky old voice resonating through the ancient shop.
"I remember every wand that I sold, I do not recognize your features. Muggleborn I presume ?"
Alexander could merely nod as he looked at the old man. The old man then took a second look at Alexander and went towards the left wall. Grabbing one of the vertical boxes and dragging it out. Opening it up to reveal a brown wand, the old man handed the wand to Alexander and said.
"Oak and unicorn hair."
Not knowing what to do Alexander simply stood there to which the old man responded by a lightly agitated/curious tone.
"Go on, give it a wave"
Doing as the old man did Alexander flicked the wand which was then followed by a small wave of invisible energy hitting the counter and creating dozens of scratches on it.

To which the old man, rather than responding angrily said. "No, clearly not it."

He then yanked the wand away from Alexander's hand, only to quickly replace it with another one. Alexander had not noticed the man moving away to grab a wand box though. The old man spoke once more.
"Dragon heartstring and English Oak"
Another wave was given and another thing was broken, in this case, a vase to the side. Alexander heard Olivander muttered."Now I have to replace thatagain."

The old man then walked to the side, going down a tight corridor filled to both sides again with wand cases. The old man then returned quickly with a new wand he then said.
"Phoenix feather and beech"

Almost skittish now Alexander waved the wand. Only for nothing at all to happen.
Again the wand was rudely taken from him and Alexander heard the old man mutter.
"Right wand core, wrong wood" The old man then seemed to be truly thinking hard. Searching for almost a whole minute before returning with a wand with a rich, dark wooden colour.

The old man handed Alexander the wand said with almost a fanatical and creepy look.
"Try it"
Almost reluctant Alexander gave the wand a swing.
Then he felt something almost resonate between him and the wand. Creating a link between him and the wand and he felt how a large pinkish/red hue was almost omitted from the wand.
Then the feeling slowly dissipated, remaining there. But the wand kept feeling almost warm and familiar in his hand.

Alexander was then pulled out by his thoughts by the words of the old man.
""Phoenix feather and Cherry Wood. A highly unusual wand. I don't often work with cherry, it is a rare wand wood.
Looking away from his wand Alexander saw Ollivander almost looming over him. "35,4 cm and supple. Highly powerful"
Alexander looked into the eyes of the old man and was scared for a moment. Seeing something that was almost reverent in the eyes of the man.
"and loves being powerful. I expect to hear from you in the future Mr. Varellion"

The tone of the man then changed almost immediately and said. "That will be two galleons and one sickle." Still stunned Alexander handed the old man the two gold coins and the silver one.

He then left the old shop and just as he stepped out he realized something.
He had never told the old man his name.