The time had come, Callum was going to have his first wand, he and his parent's stood outside the store, Callum tightly holding his mother's hand. the shop was narrow and shabby, it had golden peeling letters above the door which read 'Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382BC' they'd enter the shop and Callum let go of his mother's hand looking around the shop, a bell would go as they enter, he'd glance around the room, paying full attention to the stacks of narrow boxes that went all the way up to the ceiling, his parents would move to the corner of the room to take a seat in two wooden chairs that sat there. 

All of a sudden, a voice appeared from the back of the shop "Be right with you" the voice  sounded like an old man, and then he appeared, coming down one of many of the shop aisle between the stacked boxes and stood at the counter, looking down at the young boy with the faintest of smiles "And what might your name be?" the man asked, as he then moved towards a ladder and began climbing it, grabbing a narrow box with care, slowly climbing back down off the ladder and then moving to position himself back behind the counter.

Callum smiled as the man placed the narrow box down onto the counter "My name is Callum Hudson." he said placing his hand on the counter staring obsessively towards the narrow box. the old man then looked to his parents, the smile that was faint for him was massive for them "Lucas Hudson and Mariah Cimare, it has been so long..it feels like yesterday since you both came for your own wands." Callum's head turned to face his parents, his father spoke for them "Indeed it has been, Mr Ollivander, almost twelve years...Callum is here to get his own " 

The old man pulled a wand out of its casing walking over to Callum, he'd hand Callum the wand, positioning his fingers so it was held properly, the wand was wooden, it kind of reminded Callum of a stick "Now, my dear boy, this is a 30,1 centimetre Chestnut wood with a Dragon Heartstring...all you need to is flick it and see if the wand chooses you as its owners." Callum nodded to the man, flicking the wand, as he does an entire stack of narrowed boxes would explode out of their places, Callum's response to this was instantly throwing the wand onto the counter and taking a step backwards, though the old mans face did not even react, as if this was the norm "Do not worry about that, dear boy, that happens more than you think, let us search for another one.." he once again made his way to a ladder and climbed up to the very top, he'd give a search for a few seconds before grabbing out another narrow box, he'd climb slowly down the ladder and walks to Callum once more "Now this is a 28.6 centimetre laurel wood and phoenix feather" he'd take it out of its casing and places it into the palm of Callum's hand, as he grips hold of it he feels a rush of heat rush through his body, feeling welcoming in his hand, the wand would then emit a bright light from its tip, the old man expressed delight to this "Well it seems we have found your wand, Callum Hudson." 

After paying for his wand, they left the shop with Callum spinning around in circles, happy to have a wand of his very own.