A single bell jingled upon the entrance of a boy with cheeks as red as his curly hair. It was time for Silas to purchase his wand, something he had been waiting for ever since he receieved his letter. He grew up hearing people sing Ollivander's praises, and he couldn't wait to finally get his own wand from the beloved wandmaker.

At first glance, Silas believed the shop to be empty of any human presence, which he considered to be an opportunity. His eyes glazed over the stocked shelves, or at least he thought they were shelves. With the amount of boxes piled up around him, it was hard to make sense of anything, really. There must have been hundreds if not thousands of wands in the room, each of them placed in a simple rectangle box.

Silas has always been the type to carefully inspect his surroundings in a new environment, focusing on the little details and then moving on to the bigger picture. He saw no logical reason to explore new places in any other way. "Mr. Ollivander?" He called out with a warm yet high-pitched voice, his eyes narrowing slightly as he continued to examine the area.

Thud. Silas flinched and looked over to the shelves in the far back of the shop, behind the desk.

"Blimey, that's the second time this week!" Complained an older man, climbing down from a ladder to pick up the box he had evidently dropped, though not before carefully looking inside to ensure there was no harm done to the precious wand. "You, c'mere!" The man said as his eyes landed on Silas, a cheeky smile on his face. "Come, come!" He added and motioned the boy towards him before placing the box on the desk.

Silas wasn't sure if he was scared or entertained by Ollivander's mannerisms, but he was most definitely intrigued. He offered a small nod and stepped towards the man, unable to retract his eyes from the messy grey hair on his head. He had never seen someone so old and yet so energetic.
"Ah, you're Andre's son!"
"Yes sir, my name is Silas-"
"A troublemaker, that one... Must've broken his wand at least a dozen times!" Ollivander said and gave Silas a sharp, stern look. His stare was disturbing and uncomfortable, but Silas didn't dare break the contact. "You really remember my dad?" He asked, his brows furrowed slightly at the chuckle he received in response. "Chesnut wood with a unicorn core, it was rather lengthy too, 13 inches. Pliant flexibility..." Ollivander said, staring into the ceiling for a short moment before he looked down at the boy again. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, of course... Now, enough chit-chat."

The measuring must've taken about five minutes, Silas had his arms measured, his legs, his head... Even his ears! Finally, the tape dropped to the floor and Mr. Ollivander appeared in front of the boy again, this time with a box in his hands.

"Elm wood with unicorn hair, 11 inches, rather springy... Try it." He said passionately and opened the box, diaplying the wand to Silas. To the boy's surprise, the box was pulled away from him before he could even touch the wand. "Absolutely not!" Ollivander proclaimed and in what felt like a second he was already holding a second box.

"Alder wood with a dragon core, 10½ inches, rather swishy..." He almost whispered, holding the box out for Silas. The boy, already confused out of his mind, nervously reached to grab the wand. He swallowed and held the wand up, reluctantly waving it towards the feather that laid on the desk. Nothing happened.

"Hm. Third time's the charm, is it not?" The older man said with his back turned to Silas, browsing through the boxes.

Some time passed, they tried another wand, and another... Silas began to worry that he wouldn't find a match, but Ollivander seemed even more enthusiastic than he was before. Five boxes were stacked on the desk, all of which contained a wand that Silas had already tried. The shop looked even more messy now that Silas shattered a lamp, launched a book in the air, and melted a candle into a pool of burnt wax. Ollivander looked down at the boy with a joyous smile and opened a sixth box.

"Chestnut wood with a snallygaster core, 14 inches... Slightly yielding!" The man seemed very excited about his newest customer, perhaps Ollivander enjoys a good challenge. Silas threw his hand out yet again and grabbed the wand. It had a strange sensation, warm and cold at the same time... The boy waved his hand in the air and a yellow glow submerged from the wand. "Fascinating!" Ollivander chanted, clasping his hands together as he watched in awe.

"I believe we've found your match! Chestnut makes for a demanding wand, I suppose you have a lot in common with your father." He explained with a curious look on his face, his blue eyes glistening at Silas. "That'll be 7 Galleons, please." The boy immediately reached for a small pouch and emptied it entirely. His father knew better than to leave him with any more than he needed, otherwise he'd be swimming in candy.

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander!" Silas said as he rushed out of the shop with the box in his hands, and a huge smile on his face. He marched through Diagon Alley with a feeling of pride, as if he had just conquered the world.