Now that she got all her supplies and new uniform and robes. It was now time for Ashrael to go get her wand. This is probably the only exciting thing she looked forward to all day. She didn’t know what to expect, but she was excited about what she could do with it once she learned some magic. Everything else seemed tedious and boring but getting a wand was a big deal to her. Her mind danced with ideas in her head doing incredible magic that’s never been seen. She smiled as she daydreamed.

Diagon Alley was crowded today. As she day dreamed away she was bumped into several times. She came back to reality and furrowed her brows “How rude!” she said then huffed away, very irritated that her day dream was interrupted. She opened the door and didn’t see anyone in the shop. Still irritated, she called out probably a bit rudely “Um hello.” she blinked “Anyone here” she huffed at hearing no response. “What kind of shop has no workers?” She waited for a few minutes but to Ash it felt like hours. She really had no patience. Then an elderly man came from the back. His voice was a bit high pitched but croacky sounding. Ashrael blinked with irritation as he greeted her.

“Well…well…well.” the old man said, staring at her as he walked like a hunchback snail to the counter. “You look just like your mother. A sweet thing she was ... .Cherrywood 30, cm Unicorn Hair. Very springy” he said with a nostalgic smile on his wrinkly face. Ashrael stared at him with a blank face. “What are you talking about old man? How can you know my mother?” she said doubting him. He continued to smile. “Your mother Caron. She came in here when she turned eleven to get her wand. They all do and I remember every wand I ever sold. " She took a deep breath thinking to herself to stay calm.

“I see well If you don’t mind I like to get my wand this century.” She didn’t mean to be rude but she really didn't like to be around people. They were always so judgy and never loyal. She would rather be alone than be around others. Mr. Olivander looked at her then nodded before turning around to “Let’s see now how about this one” he handed her a long thin dark box. She opened it up and saw a black wooden wand with small ridges around it. She picked up the wand then looked to Olivander. “Go ahead and wave it” he said to her. Ash waved it rather harshly on accident. It was her irritation again but what happened next made her jump. There was a fish bowl on the edge of the counter. When Ashrael waved her wand the fish bowl cracked open making a mess on the counter and the floor.

“Nope!” Olivander said then looked at his shelf and grabbed another thin box. This box was a red one. He handed it to Ashrael. She did the same thing again, opened it up and waved her wand. This time Ash tried to wave it more gently. It didn’t matter. Boxes started to fly off the shelf. She wondered if she ever was going to find the right wand. “What’s happening old man?” she said clearly not alleviating her frustration. Hearing her tone Olivander said “Hmm perhaps this one.” he gave her a curious stare before handing her a silver box. Ash repeated the same routine. This time with a whitish tan wand that had carved vine rings around it. She waved the wand. She waited to see what would happen but instead she felt a warm feeling inside her. Nothing seemed to be breaking or falling off the shelves.

Olivander smiled “A Perfect match, I say. Chestnut wood, 21, 3 cm with Unicorn Hair. This wand is stiff and very stubborn. But you will find it very loyal to you. It won’t work well with another wizard. I say you have found your wand. Remember it’s the wand that chooses the Wizard.” Ashrael looked at her wand and was quite happy with it. She gave Olivander a nod and even a smile before paying for it. Her shopping was done. And good riddance. Although it was important that she got her wand. She was happy about it but did it have to take so long. She headed toward the Leaky Cauldron where she needed to meet up with her chaperone, Minny before heading back home.