She, Angy Sanders was a real wizard. A real one. Not the typical mean witch she knew from stories, but a real wizard, with a real world. The little girl didn’t know what to feel about it. It was a lot to process, and she was definitely not ready for that. “I am really excited to have my own wand. It’s so cool. Wizard borns have so much luck !”

When she finally entered the wand shop, she was really surprised by the owner. How was he not dead yet? This world was so strange. But then again, everything was strange. Who was she to judge ? He was probably more fit than her anyway : an eleven year old girl who spent all day in bed. “I… I want a wand, please. Are they real ? Like, real wands ?”

The old man handed her a first wand, and she almost had a heart attack. A wand wasn’t supposed to act like that. But Ollivander didn’t seem surprised. “I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s probably a dream. Well… I wish that it’s a dream.” The man gave her another wand, which left Angy perplexed. What would possibly change this time? It was just another one another piece of wood. But this time, something strange happened. Angy didn’t know how to explain what was happening, but it felt good. Really good. “It’s this one, right ?” the smile of the owner was everything Angy needed. It really was the one. So this was real. It wasn’t a dream. She never thought she’d live something like that. It was just too good to be true.
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