Before barging into the apparently famous wand shop found along the linear streets of Diagon Alley, Enrico had immersed himself deeply in the streets, admiring every single shop he passed by and observed every object being promoted at the store's front window. Had it not been his mother who was very keen on knocking his sticky hands away from the glass-paned windows and refraining him from browsing all the stores, he would have even proceeded to go into each and every shop and ideally lick whatever object he found interesting in order to claim it as his own.

But this was apparently the biggest deal of any little witch or wizard. Prior to Enrico's biggest revelation, he had known that any magic wielder carried some sort of wand or staff. He enjoyed creating his very own using straws and coloured paper cut into different shapes, usually, it was stars. He had even wondered whether or not created wands could be efficient in this new magical world, but his assumptions leaned more towards no for an answer to such curiousity.

With a thrilling excitement pumping through the short boy's body, Enrico steadily pushed the door wide open with his tiny hands, utilising his legs to provide a little assistance. A bell rang gently. The first couple of bells that rang at every shop Rico visited caught him off guard, but he had already gotten used to it at this point. Bells were most useful. They indicated that someone had entered the shop - had there not been one, Enrico would have been more than willing to scream at the top of his lungs just to make sure that his presence was taken note of.

But before that could even cross his mind, an old feeble man approached, as he first leaned his head from behind one of the many towering shelves. He smiled and trimmed his beard, walking limply from side to side.
"Ah, what do we have here? Where you from young lad?" He spoke in a rather unique accent, Scottish, almost.
"Me house." Enrico mocked the old man, a grin flickering at each corner of his mouth, as he tried to hold in a loud laugh. The white-haired gran did not seem amused. His eyes remained frozen still on Enrico as he tapped on multiple boxes, looking for a particular detail or another. Though it sent shivers down his spine, Rico did not hesitate to stare back. It got awkward for a second, until the man gave the boy a wand. Green it was, with a spiky thorn at its hilt. Enrico made sure not to grab it from there.

"That's so wicked!" He excitedly squeaked, eyes gleaming happily.
"Yes yes, give it a little bit of a flick now would you?"
Enrico took the old man's advice and waved the wand faster than a waving flag on a windy day. Suddenly, a sudden spree of fiery energy set a blast as it hit the front desk, pushing Enrico backwards with a thump. His wands flying up in the air while at it. Enrico did not seem shaken, more pumped, if anything.

"Clearly the wand does not wish to be in your hands."
"So I do not get to choose my own wand?!"
"No one does... Mr?"
"Gathorne."
"Mr Gathorne. So as it happens, the wand selects the wizard or witch, not the other way round. These creations have power, and they prefer to be wielded by someone who they think is worth."

Enrico found that strange, it was not exactly what he had in mind, he preferred to have the liberty of choosing what he wanted for himself, That's what he read in most fairy tales anyways. But it was fine still. A wand was a wand. And if anything, the second one granted to him was even prettier. It was white and slim, linear to a sharp edge with golden vines twirling around it. Enrico did not learn from his first try and proceeded to nearly rip off his own arm trying to flick the wand with all his strength. Rather than exploding, the wand instead refrained from doing anything at all. Making it seem unfunctional, but it simply also did not want Enrico as its master.

Then came another wand... and another one... oh and yes even a fifth one! Why not just make it a sixth? But then! Lucky number seven, as many had it. A nice brown one, with a grim foul handle that had carved runes, and curled the longer it reached the tip of the wand. It fulfilled Enrico with a unique manner of magic that he had not felt from the other wands. It struck him with the willingness to cause chaos and mayhem. He twirled the wand around him and that aimed it at the old man, his hair suddenly flashed a neon glowing white, with bits of green on top of his falling hair. His beard turned into a bright orange.
"So you're from Ireland?" Enrico asked with the same tone he used before.
"I'll tell you where I'm from!!"
"No you won't!" Enrico packed the wand as fast as he could and left a few coins on the desk. Bumping into the door as he took his rapid leave.
"Bye-bye!"