Escaping the busy alley beyond, Sebastian pushed his way through the wooden door of the ancient store known as Ollivanders, glancing around at the organized chaos within with a furrowed brow. Almost immediately the boy was before a small desk, which sat a lamp and large book, as well as an assortment of other items. The boy put down his assortment of school items, placing the bag and robes at his feet. For a moment nothing happened, there was silence, and Sebastian wondered if the owner was on break...

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Leeds," Came a voice from beyond the mass rows of boxes stacked as high as the ceiling. "I was beginning to wonder when you were going to visit."

Truly, Sebastian had been avoiding his visit, not feeling wholly comfortable with the notion of being put into a position he couldn't control. Many had said that a wand would choose the wizard, and considering the boy's plans and ideas for the future, having such an unknown quantity determine these initial steps on his path to wizardry Sebastian had been hesitant.

Riffling through several stacks of wand boxes, the old storekeeper presented himself from overhead on a walkway, before descending the worn stairs and stopping behind the desk. He placed the opened box in front of the boy, who looked down at the wand within. Sebastian cautiously picked up the magical item, holding the handle as he visibly swallowed.

"Well? Give it a wave." Mr. Ollivander said, blinking.

Sebastian did so. And was immediately rewarded with the nearby ladder being hit by magical force, as it was sent flying across the store to thud against the far shelving. The boy winced, putting the wand down, as the old man glanced over his shoulder - this wasn't the first time Mr. Ollivander had had to repair broken items, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Another, then," He said, huffing to himself as he grabbed a second box, presenting it to Sebastian. "Let's try this one..."

Sebastian grasped the handle, noting the comfortable heft of the wand as opposed to the other prior. There was also a steadily increasing glow from the wand itself, before a flash similar in color to fire filled the space before the boy, and a tingling sensation flowed through Sebastian's hand up to his arm...

"Interesting," Mr. Ollivander commented, as he looked on with curiosity. "It's not often such wands are sold, Mr. Leeds. The Phoenix feather is one of the rarest core types, offering the greatest power range but also the hardest allegiance to earn."

With a incline of the head, Sebastian rotated the wand in his hand, feeling a warmness over him. There seemed to be a connection already, an unspoken parallel that suited both, which was confirmed by the shopkeeper.

"This particular wand seems inclined to dueling, Mr. Leeds," Mr. Ollivander said, smiling as his small eyes watched the boy. "Perhaps containing some of that fiery spirit of the phoenix? There's also a great capacity for unspoken spells. Also, being made of chestnut wood, you may possess great innate skill with taming magical beasts and herbology, and with slightly springy flexibility, it appears a broad range of potential is open to the pairing... we shall see what you achieve, Mr. Leeds."

Sebastian nodded, still looking at the wand. There was clear relief on the boy's features.

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander," Sebastian said, as he considered the old man's words. Reaching down to gather his belongings, the boy muttered. "This information certainly opens up new possibilities."

And with a final nod, Sebastian exited the store and stepped out into the hustle and bustle of the street beyond...