Eren had always known the day she would choose or be chosen by her wand. She had waited years for this moment to come as her parents, Rhothomir and Haciathra, had spoken to her and tell her stories of their own experiences with their wands. As they enter Ollivanders, they are welcome by a warm atmosphere.


"Welcome, come on in." Ollivander said softly. He looks at her for a few moments as if studying her with an intensity that made her feel as though her every secret in her soul had been laid bare. "A Ravaxidor if I'm not mistaken. Your family has a fascinating history with wands as I remember. Hmm I'm intrigue to know what will be yours, lets find your wand."


He gave her a wand and as Erendriel grasped the wand, she felt an immediate surge of raw untamed magical energy. The wand seemed to rebel in her hand as it keep buzzing furiously. Before she could react to remove the wand from her grasp, the room was filled with a loud crack of magic and sparks erupted that shattering a row of lights over in their heads.


Erendriel can see her parents as they exchanged uneasy glances. She stood in the scattered wand boxes and papers flying around her. Rhothomir, the ever calm and composed placed his hand on Haciathra's shoulder. "Patience darling. The wand chooses its master, their rightful wizard. Erendriel match is out there and all we have to do is to wait for it."


Haciathra, though she's pale from over exertion she nodded. She turned to her daughter as her voice is still gentle and lovingly. "Eren, are you all right? The reactions have been strong and intense my love."


Erendriel straightened her back, while exhaling slowly. She brushed a strand of silvery hair from her face and tucked the lose hair behind her ear. "I'm alright, Mother. I know it's out there! I can handle this." Assuring her mother with a soft smile.


She tried several wands, and each time, Ollivander watched with keen interest, only to shake his head and gently retrieve the wand when it failed to resonate with its potential owner.

"Young lady Ravaxidor has a very particular magical signature. She held those wand with subtlety, a combination I'm not often seen for a young child."


"Subtlety?" Rhothomir asked while raising an eyebrow. "Our daughter just destroyed half your shelves and cause a ruckus in your place."


Ollivander chuckled, clearly unbothered by the mess cause "Mr. Ravaxidor magic is not always about brute force, the wand is only reacting to being mismatched and as you can see your daughter handle it well. Remember It is not a flaw but a sign of much great potential. She requires a wand that will grow with her rather than bend easily to her will."


Erendriel sighed in frustration and she's getting tired and everyone can see it at her face. Haciathra stepped closer and cupping her daughter's face. "Sweetheart you are extraordinary and the wand that will choose you will reflect to that. We will wait for your wand. How about we try again?"


Ollivander nodded. "Wise words, Mrs. Ravaxidor. I believe we are so close. Let me look on a far deeper selves, I think I now know what to choose next..."


He disappeared into the inner shelves. He looked up and paused, his gaze drifting to a high, shadowy shelf. With a flick of his wand, he summoned a slender box. "Now this one might just be right" He said softly, as though speaking to the wand itself.


"Cherry wood, phoenix feather core, 20.8 centimeters, brittle." Ollivander murmured as he presented the wand. "A wand of rare power suited for an accomplished duelist. This one demands a character of great strength of mind and discipline."


Erendriel hesitated before taking it, looking at her parents. They nodded encouragingly, and she reached for the wand. A warm, golden light filled the room as soon as her fingers closed around the polished cherry wood. A subtle, harmonious hum echoed faintly as though the wand was singing. Haciathra's eyes glistened with amazement.

"Cherry wood are rare to use for wands, as it is also rare to find it. This one is extraordinary, it will demand much of you but it will also serve you with unparalleled loyalty. It has chosen you, young lady. But remember, this wand will test you as much as you test it. It's now yours."


Erendriel only nodded as she felt relieved and joy while admiring the wand in her hand. It was as though the wand had been waiting for her just like she had been waiting for it. Erendriel turned to look at her parents with a smile on her lips. "It feels… right. It's like it was waiting for me."


Rhothomir placed a hand on eren's shoulder. "Then the wands yours. A wand that reflects you, your potential, and your strength."


As she walked beside her parents as they leave Ollivanders, she held the wand tightly, she can feel its warmth a reassuring presence in her hand. "This wand feels perfect." She said softly, and in her heart she knew her journey with the wand was only beginning, but she also knew she was ready.