There seemed to be a nervous excitement in the air- but that was probably just me. I held my breath in excitement as I opened the door to Ollivanders. Instantly I smelt the wood and dust radiating from the small interior. A bell rang as I opened the door. Inside, piles of boxes were piled floor to ceiling. At a desk in front was Mr. Ollivanders, an old man with wide, pale eyes that seem to bore into my soul. It's a bit creepy.
"Ah, Jeremiah, I though I would be seeing you today. Now raise your wand arm."
I raise my right arm as a takes measurements. Then he takes out wands, and I test them. A few just do nothing in my hand. One makes all the boxes on one shelf catch on fire. None seem to do anything for me, till I get to one. Sparks fly from the end as I wave it.
"31.4 cm, cherry wood, and unicorn hair. Very flexible, for energetic wizards, and not fond of the lazy. It seems you're not then, if it has chosen you," Mr. Ollivanders says, his eyes twinkling.
As I leave the shop, I wonder what I might do with this wonderful wand this year.