He entered the shop. He nervously stared at the boxes of wands, and the small desk and comfy chair on the other side where the old man was sitting, and an empty chair where Augustus would be for his wand consultation.
Ollivander was a old man, with silvery eyes and white hair. Today, the wand-maker was wearing a blue coat, and he looked grand in it.
Augustus, who was shaking, sat down and looked at this man.

"Ah! I suppose you are looking for a wand, yes?" the man asked.
Augustus nodded. He had lost his ability to speak, even to such a possibly kind man.
Ollivander did not waste any time and started grabbing the small boxes of wands.
"Alright, young one. Try this one." the wand-maker handed him a 9-inch wand, with reed wood and dragon heartstring. Ollivander instructed the boy to wave it, so Augustus did. Well, the wand did nothing. It was the same story for the next three.
At this point, Ollivander was still very energetic and didn't mind. Perhaps this happened sometimes, so it would be natural for the man to be used to it.
Finally, the last wand. 25,7 cm chestnut wood, with a Pheonix feather. It was a nice, brown wand, and Augustus felt like this might be it.
To his surprise, it was. He waved it, and it worked. He left, purchasing his wand, and a smile on his face.