August 30 2022

A cool breeze runs through Diagon Alley as Ethan and his uncle make their way through the hustle and bustle of the wizarding world. Shop windows display all sorts of magical items, from brooms and cloaks, to owls and wands. 

“I'm getting my wand, uncle!” He couldn't wait to see what it would be like. His uncle chuckled and patted him on the head. “You certainly are, my boy.”

They reached the wand shop. Ethan's heart raced as he entered, his eyes scanning the rows and rows of wands. Which one would be his?

“Ah! Mr. Smith!” they were greeted by the owner himself. “And..?” He gestured to Ethan. “This is my nephew, Ethan.” His uncle introduced him.

“Young Smith! You look like your..” Ollivander trailed off as he saw the look on his uncle's face. “Nevermind! Let's get your first wand, shall we?”

Ethan eagerly nodded and followed the shopkeeper to the back room, where rows and rows of wand boxes lined the shelves. Ethan's heart quickened as he reached out to touch one of the boxes, but his uncle stopped him.

“First, we need to find the right wand for you,” Ollivander said. “Now, let me see... ah, here we are.”
 
He pulled down a box “Hmm, 13 inches, holly wood, dragon heartstring... try this.” and then he handed it to Ethan. “The wand looks perfect for you.”

Ethan was beyond excited when he was handed the wand by Ollivander. It was perfect for him and he couldn't wait to try it out.

But when he did, things went horribly wrong.

The room was filled with a blinding light and a powerful wind knocked over all the shelves of wands in the store. Ethan laughed hysterically as he waved the wand around, completely oblivious to the destruction he was causing.

Ollivander and his uncle could only stare in disbelief as they watched Ethan destroy the store.

After a few minutes, Ollivander was able to contain the situation, and Ethan reluctantly put down the wand. It was obvious that it was not the wand for him. But he was grateful to have had the experience nonetheless.

Ollivander quickly grabbed another wand, and another and another and another... until he finally got the perfect wand for him.

“Hmm. 13 inches, swishy, cherry wood and horned serpent horn..” Ethan smiled as he took the wand out of the box “I hope this is the one.” His uncle said, he was tired of watching his nephew just destroy the shop, but thankfully, Ollivander always cleaned it up. 

Suddenly, Ethan felt the magic flow through him. “Ah, yes, the wand chooses the wizard, doesn't it?” This was it - his wand. He couldn't wait to try it out.

“If you take good care of it, it will take care of you.” Ollivander said.

Ethan felt a tingling in his fingers as he gripped the wand tightly. He knew that this was going to be the start of something special.

“My wand! my wand! Look, Uncle! My wand!” Ethan shoved the wand into his uncle's face, eager to show off his wand. “Ah, yes, yes, your wand,” his uncle said, handing over seven galleons to the shop owner. He mouthed the word ‘sorry’ as they left the store, ready to start the next adventure.