Ashley peeked nervously into Ollivander's. This was the moment she had been looking forward to the most all day. It was time to choose her wand. No, it was time for the wand to choose her. She tucked her hair behind her ears and stepped into the small shop. It was old and dusty but wonderful.
"Hello?" she called out. Her voice was slightly shaky from nerves and anticipation.
"Oh! Good day," an old man stepped out from behind the counter, "You are here for a wand, I assume?"
"Yes," Ashley responded. The man studied, mumbling to himself, and disappeared into the back of the store. He came back with a long thin box. from which he removed a wand.
"25 cm willow and veela hair. A powerful combination, especially for a professor."
Ashley took the wand and flicked it. It made a rather odd dying spark. They both frowned,
"Oh, dear, that will never do," the man disappeared again. This time he was gone longer. Finally, he came back with a new box.
"This," he said reverently, "Is a 27.7 cm mayhaw wood and phoenix feather wand. Difficult to wield, powerful, and very selective about whom it chooses."
She picked it up. At that moment, she was filled with an indescribable feeling. It filled her up and made her whole. Ashley carefully waved the wand. It lit up with a golden glow that warmed her to the core.
"Ah, yes," the man smiled. "This wand has chosen you."