Brynna fiddled with one of her braids absentmindedly as she stood outside of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. She didn't bother going inside, knowing that she could stay in there for hours. Well, she hadn't wanted to but her mother knew her well and told her to stay outside, which she had sighed at.

She looked Diagon Alley. It wasn't her first time being here. Besides her older brother and sister coming her for the various school supply runs over the years, her Aunt Damaris liked to visit the apothecary for her experimental concoctions. Even though Brynna was found of those, she was more interested in when they wandered over to Knockturn Alley, where other more elusive things roamed.

She saw her mom peek at her from behind the line of shoppers inside and raised a brow, twiddling her fingers sarcastically. Her mom smiled at her, oblivious to her behavior, as she pushed up her overly large goggles for glasses and finished paying, processing towards her, her new Remembrall in tow.

Brynna wanted to go to Ollivanders next. All her life so far all she had seen was other people's wands, and them using them in the most peculiar of ways. Now she was finally receiving her very own. This was so exciting to her that she even thought about naming her wand, though it sound a little silly in a way. Maybe something like Darksweeper, or Willmonger, she thought wistfully, as they headed into the shop.

It was also not her first time in the shop, the school supply runs and her sister getting her wand snapped by a rival, but her excitement definitely boosted her imagination. She revelled at the sight of the shelves and shelves that house more case of wands than she counted. This renown wandmaker was great at finding all types of interesting creature-parts to use for his wand. Because of her great interest in magical beasts Brynna had looked into the art of wand making, which helped her understand the magic influences they have even deeper.

Her immediate family had received good ones, regarding make up rather than efficiency. Her brother Andrej, who was sorted into Ravenclaw, received one made of blackthorn wood and snallygaster heartstring. Her mother, who graduated as Ravenclaw, elderwood and unicorn hair. Her Gryffindor sister's first wand was made of elderwood and troll whisker—which she had disliked and probably consequently manifested the destruction of her wand from—while her current is hazel wood and dragon heartstring. And her father's, an alumni of Hufflepuff, wand was made of applewood and wampus cat hair.

Personally, Brynna felt like the most interesting wand she's heard of in her family was her Uncle Halvard's sugar maple and basilisk horn wand, much to her father's dismay. Her uncle was a skilled alchemist and was previously a Curse-Breaker until her father started receiving a lot of attention for his work, in which he stepped down to give his younger brother his spotlight, though her father would refused to acknowledge.

"So, shall we get right to it, then, Miss Bardhyll," inquired a voice, unmistakenly the shop owner's, Ollivander.

The man was elderly but still of good health rather than decrepit. It figured, with him having to actively maintain this near chaotic of a shop for all these years, besides the fact that he crafts each and every wand he makes, and remembers each and everyone and who he gave them to. Brynna wondered how long the man has been alive but also noted that wizards tended to live to strange lengths, sometimes in ways that were unclear.

She gave him a curt smile. "Yes, sir," she replied, and the man began studying his mounds of boxes.

Her hand brushed over one that read ash wood and horned serpent horn, then another that read cedar wood and unicorn tail hair. Brynna wanted to meet a unicorn one day, even befriend one. She wondered what spell could enable her to understand, and even better, speak to them, in their own tongue. It would be the greatest thing ever, in her opinion. She'd trade anything to be able to communicate with them any time she wished, and getting her first wand was a step closer to realizing that into her reality.

Ollivander brought four cases over to the table. Her mother came closer to peer over her shoulder and study the contents as well, placing a hand on Brynna's shoulder.

She eyed them. The first one that caught her attention was walnut wood and jackalope antler. She made to grab it, hesitating for only a second to look at Ollivander, before opening it was taking out the wand. She figured that, since it didn't do anything on it's own, she had to flick it maybe so she did just that...but nothing happened.

Even though she knew that they would try the necessary amount of wands until they found the one for her, Brynna felt like there was a chance she just wasn't...wielding it right.

She frowned, and flicked it again, and then in a different way, but then the wandmaker shook his hand and took it back, saying that it wasn't the one.

She then tried two more, both made of phoenix feather but one had beech wood and the other hawthorn. Those two also didn't do anything for her.

"It'll come along," her mother said, smiling. Brynna smiled back, not wanting to let frustration get the best of her for something so trivial and temporary.

She tried three more before she came across one that did something different. Brynna looked at this one the same as the other's that didn't work for her, almost indifferently. This one read aspen wood and dragon heartstring. From what she knew, aspen wood wands were great for those seeking to become an accomplished duelists, and dragon heartstring produce very powerful wands. She would really like for this to be her wand.

And so it was, as soon as her fingers brushed the ivory-like surface. The wand bounced and a neon blue spark flew out, hitting multiple cases in the shelves, almost hitting her own mother, who dodged instinctively, before fading into nothing. Ollivander grinned at the child before packing the wand back into the case and giving it to her. Her mother paid him.

"Take great care," he said, with a pat of her shoulder. She couldn't tell if he were talking to her or the wand, since kept staring at his creation. "They always say, 'with great power comes great responsibility'...but sometimes things...have a mind of their own..." And a furrow of his brow he disappeared to the back of shop, shortly before another customer came inside.

Brynna's mother looked down at her and kissed her forehead. "Oh, I'm so happy for you! Ice cream to celebrate?"

"Definitely!" she replied, thinking of trying the brownie alamode or the crunchy baby cone, or both.

As they walked over she glanced down at her new wand, feeling a new surge of energy. I think I'll call it...Wispflit! Kinda sounds like a pet's name, though. Yet so it was.