Kitty checked her list, Let's visit the Wandmaker first, I wonder how I will pick my Wand. She glanced around, looking for a store titled Ollivander's. There it is the building looked extremely old, the paint was peeling and the place looked dusty. Kitty opened the door and found herself in a large room with long boxes on shelves covered in dust. 'Hello, Miss Odyssey, here to get your wand?', an old man stepped out from behind a large pile of boxes. 'Yes, are you mister Olivander?', 'I am' he took out a measuring tape to make necessary measurements. It's almost like I'm being fit for clothing then looking for a wand. 'Mr. Olivander, how...' Kitty wasn't sure how to ask her question. 'How will you pick your wand? easy! your wand picks you.' Kitty was relieved that she didn't have to pick from thousands of wands, but wondered what exactly did he mean? 'All right, let's see...' He stopped measuring her and climbed up a ladder and took down a couple of boxes. 'Let's try this one' he took out a dark brown wand with gold on the bottom, '25.4 cm, black walnut, and a unicorn hair core.' He handed it to her. Not knowing what to do, she took it and waved it around. It was snatched out of her hand, 'No, no, of course not. Here try this one: 33.02 cm mahogany, with a phoenix feather core.' before she could do anything with it, it was taken from her hand, "No, how could I be so stupid! this one will be it...' it went on like that for nearly half an hour. 'Must find you the perfect wand' he would mutter to himself. 'Try this one, my dear, 32.2 cm beech wood with a phoenix feather core. Whippy, rather powerful, but requires to be firmly handled and expects conviction from its owner.' Kitty felt an immediate connection with this wand. It was a lovely fire color with twists at the handle. She took it from his hand and gave it a swish. the end began to glow and sparks flew out. She nearly dropped it in surprise. Olivander jumped for joy, happy to see that at last, he had found her her wand.