One hand in his Dad's, the other in his Mother's, Dan was walked into the shop. 'Ollivanders' it was called. He was told they had several stops to make today to get him ready for Hogwarts, but his father had insisted on Ollivanders being the first stop. 'It's the most important stop, so we do it first.' He had said.
Dan was quite excited. He hadn't seen his parents' wands much, in fact it was only about two days ago that he'd learned any of this existed in the first place. But that did not dissuade him from being very excited about getting his.
When they went inside, the first thing Dan noticed was that there was more dust in here than in Aunt Fiona's attic. The second thing he noticed was an old man fitting something in a box. Then, he looked up and saw them.
"Ah, if it isnt Sean and Brielle Palmer. How long has it been?"
"Quite a few years. How long would you say, Brie?"
"About, well Eleven, at least. Speakin' of-"
His parents let go of Dan, and his mother gently pushed him forward.
"-It's someone's big day today."
The old man looked Dan over. "Ahhh, this must be little Daniel. I have been looking forward to meeting you. Here for your wand?"
Dan nodded. "Yes. Umm, what kind do I get? Is there a list or somethin', or...."
Ollivander smiled. "No, my dear boy. It isn't for me to choose which wand you receive. Each wand chooses it's owner. We will simply have to try different wands until we find yours."

He took something out of the box he was fiddling with. "Here we are." He handed the wand to Dan, who took it, and examined it.
"Uhhh, is it workin'?"
"You need to flick it first, to find out."
Dan flicked the wand forward, and a bouquet of flowers that were sitting in a vase suddenly inverted their colors.
"Ah... no. Not that one."
Dan handed it back, and Ollivander retrieved another one. "Perhaps this."
Dan flicked it, and his father suddenly shouted, followed by a string of Gaelic curses. Dan turned, and found that his dad's pants had disappeared.
"No. No, definitely not."
Dan replaced the wand again, and his mother, after containing her laughter, simply flicked hers, and his dad's pants returned.
"This one?"
Again, Dan flicked, and the window to the shop shattered into shards.
"Certainly not!"
Ollivander quickly took that one back. And Dan was just fine with that. He looked at his parents, worry starting to show in his face.
"This is perfectly normal, son. I accidentally set the place on fire when I got my wand."
For some reason, this reassured Dan.
"Hmmm..... I wonder....."
He handed Dan another, and he flicked it. The boy then yelped, as the counter was ablaze.
To Ollivander's eternal credit, he was calm as a water lily, despite this boy coming in and causing havoc. "Still no? Hmmm...." Ollivander waved his own wand and the fire was put out, as if it was never there. Dan replaced the wand.
"Ah. English Oak and Unicorn Hair, perhaps?"
Dan tried this one out, and yelped again as an entire section of the shelves forcibly ejected their contents, boxes and wands clattering every which way.
Dan began to become both dejected and irritated. Why weren't any of these working?!
Ollivander seemed to sense this."Now now, Sir Palmer. There is a wand for every wizard, I assure you. Ever since their invention, there has never once been a case where a wizard was not chosen by a wand." He tapped the boy's nose lightly with his. "And I highly doubt well over a thousand years of history will be undone by you." He smiled, and offered Dan another wand.
Dan reluctantly took this one, and flicked it. This time, the chair behind Ollivander exploded into splinters.
"My, a tough customer, this one. Worry not, we will not give up until we have found your wand."
Dan replaced this one as well, and Ollivander gave him another one. "Maybe this."
Dan flicked it, and a torrential downpour covered the interior of the shop.
"Aahh, Just like back home in Dingle."
His mother sighed.
Not the first sign of frustration crossed Ollivander's face, to Dan's amazement.
"Here we are. 27.3 centimeters, Hornbeam wood and Dragon Heartstring."
Dan took it, not expecting much. However, when he flicked this one, a strong gust of wind blew up and around him, even further disheveling his hair.
"Ah ha! We found it! 27.3 centimeters, Hornbeam Wood and Dragon Heartstring! Quite rigid, this one. You could not ask for a better wand for dueling. This wand is fond of fast, quick-witted and flexible wizards. Mr. and Mrs. Palmer, let us discuss payment. These two need a moment to bond."

Dan went aside and looked his wand over. Though it looked a bit on the plain side, some of the others had looked much cooler, the knob on the end fit his hand perfectly. And it was made of Hornbeam wood. He'd never even HEARD of that before, but it sounded cool. And the core was Dragon Heartstring. His wand had a part of a DRAGON in it! Dan had trouble imagining how you could get cooler than that. He already started imagining all the cool duels he'd have with a wand like this.
"Do you like it, Master Palmer?"
"I love it! Thanks Mister Ollivander!"
"Come on, Dragon Boy. We got other places to go. Let's go and let Mister Ollivander get his shop back in order."
The three of them left, Dan clutching his wand tightly, excitedly bouncing about as he walked.