My mom, Sammy, and I had just exited the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley. It was awesome! Many different sights, smells, and sounds(especially sounds, I was very glad I had brought earplugs)surrounded us. Before we could go get my school supplies, we needed something very important: my wand. Yep, that's right, my very own magic wand! We stopped at a small shop called "Ollivanders", and stepped inside. There was an elderly man with crazy white hair and a wide grin in the shop. "Ah, welcome Ms. Griffith," said the man. He wasn't talking to me, I realized, he was talking to mom!"You know him? I asked. "Rather he knows me," mom replied. "Mr. Ollivander here is the best wandmaker you will ever meet. He remembers all of his customers, including me and Sammy. " I find that just a wee bit creepy, don't you? Anyway, Mr. Ollivander started to look through the boxes of countless upon even more countless wands. I took 4 tries for me to get the right wand. Each time I used another wand, it would either not work for me or break something. "Why won't the wands work?" I asked. Sammy answered, "Maybe because they really don't like you?" It was just after I did the biggest eye roll in the history of eye rolls that Mr. Ollivander let out an "Ah!" and climbed down from one of the ladders in the shop. Try this one, 29,7 cm chestnut wood and dragon heartstring," he said. I waved it, and it glowed at the tip, a bit like a small nova. I resisted the urge to squeal with joy. "Bendy, ideal in the hands of inventors and innovators, extremely docile if handled properly," Oh, I was certainly going to handle it properly. It was magic after all! I grinned, gave my thanks, and actually skipped out of Ollivanders. I am officially a wizard!