She was all alone, save for the lingering presence of the crowd at the Leaky Cauldron. They weren't there with the eleven-year-old, though. She really was alone.

No family was there to watch her. No family was there to pay for her items. She used the money she'd saved up over the years, and she would cross her fingers and hope that it was enough.

Now, in the streets of Diagon Alley, the girl was looking for Ollivander's Wand Shop. Her eyes, which glinted gold, would scan the array of buildings in hope that she would be able to buy her final supply for the upcoming school year at Hogwarts, and for the rest of her life--a wand.

Finally she found the place, a quaint little shop amongst all the rest. Koko pushed open the door to hear little bells chime. The smell, the musty smell, reminded her of somewhere, somewhere that reminded her of home. And she could smell fresh parchment. The place already smelled amazing.

Around her, she could see hundreds upon hundreds of little boxes, boxes that she knew housed wands. "H-Hello?" she asked nervously, her hands clasped in front of her. "I-I would like to purchase a wand."

For a moment, no one except her appeared to be inside of the shop. Koko was about to leave, but then she heard rustling. A balding silver head popped up from behind a desk. "Hello, Miss..?" the man prompted, standing up.

"Riddle. Koko Riddle." The man's--no, Ollivander's--mouth quirked in a small half-smile. He seemed agitated, restless. Scared. Of course he would be, considering her surname. "Believe me, I am of no relation to the well-known Riddle." Ollivander only calmed down a little. "You are here to purchase a wand?"

He measured the length of her left arm, which she had said was her wand arm though she was ambidextrous. "Try this one. 20,1 centimeters, mahogany wood and phoenix feather core. You'll have to wave it."

She took the stick, or at least it looked as if it were a very decorative stick. She took it in her left hand and waved it around. Immediately it flew out of her hand, into a stack of wand boxes, and knocked them to the ground. "I'm so sorry!" Koko exclaimed, but Ollivander waved her off, telling her that it was absolutely normal.

"Certainly not that one. Try this, 25,0 centimeters, cherry wood and unicorn core. Try swishing it, then give it a flick." Ollivander took out yet another wand and handed it to her. It felt wonky and off in her hand, but she decided to try it anyway. She waved her hand, swishing and flicking as he told her to, and this time boxes that held wands inside flew out of their places on the shelves and came crashing down. Koko handed the wand back to Ollivander, feeling guilty.

"Not that one, either. Here's one that might work for you. 22,3 centimeters, holly wood and dragon heartstring. For wizards whose determination is stronger than their courage." The wandmaker let another wand into the hands of the very nervous witch. She waved it, and without warning, more boxes flew off of the shelves. A few landed on Koko's head. "Ouch?" she mumbled.

"No matter, we'll just find another. You must know that the wand chooses the wizard," Ollivander informed her, snatching the wand away and replacing it with another. "21,0 centimeters, aspen wood and dragon heartstring. Swishy, very powerful, and attracted to charismatic and honourable wizards who show a great dexterity with magic."

Koko took the lightweight wand in her left hand, and she waved it softly. Instead of having any negative effects, a gentle glow manifested at the tip of the wand, shining brightly.

"There's the one," said Ollivander, gently taking it out of the awed child's hand and placing it in a box. "Your Galleons, please?" Ollivander asked, holding out his hand.

"Oh, yes," Koko said, reaching into her pocket to count out the money. "Thank you," she told the wandmaker genuinely.

He took the money that she gave him with a smile. "It was my pleasure."