End of August, 2019.

It was tradition in the Rose family, that the wands were bought with the child's father. A pointless tradition, Clarissa thought, but she couldn't care less. As long as she'd get the wand she deserved, the girl would be happy.
“Are you nervous, Clarissa?”, her dad asked as they walked towards Ollivanders, the famous wand-making shop. Margaret, Clarissa's mother, was visiting Gringotts with Arnold's mother in the meantime.
“Should I be, father? I'm certain I will be chosen by the right wand", Clarissa answered without looking up. Nothing could distract her from her goal. She knew she was going for the best one. What other wand could she possibly get paired with?
“Ah, I see you are well-informed about ‘the wand chooses the wizard’. Very good.”
Clarissa couldn't help but roll her eyes. Her father luckily hadn't seen it, or else he would've lectured her in the middle of Diagon Alley. She simply ended conversation with a soft “Yes”.

The shop was busy and dusty. Clarissa couldn't really see what was going on. Next to her father, she waited in line, hoping that her wand wouldn't be given away to someone else. You could never know. Did it happen that a match was wrongly made? No. Of course not.
“Well, well, if it isn't the next Rose in line.”
Clarissa almost hadn't seen the old man that was suddenly standing in front of her. Ollivander.
“Good day, Mr. Ollivander”, her father spoke in a cheerful, familial way, as if the two of them shared lunch every Wednesday.
“Mr. Arnold Rose! I still remember the day you were standing at this exact place with your own father! Is the man still with us?”
“Unfortunately not, sir. But of course, I wouldn't want to miss my own daughter's wand ceremony.”
Suddenly, a weird chuckle rose from Ollivander's mouth. “Aha, a female Rose! Very interesting. Very very interesting.
Clarissa wasn't aware of the underlying tone of conversation and nervously watched while the wand maker chose a couple of wands for her to try.
One of them is the one.
“Let's try some wands, shall we? Here, take this one”, Ollivander spoke as he pushed one of the wands into Clarissa's hands.
My first controlled magic? She knew this was supposed to be a special moment, but holding the wand Ollivander had just given her, it didn't feel special in any way. She saw her father was excited and full of expectations however, so she decided to give it a try anyways.
The moment she swished, a firework-like spark came out of the tip of the wand and a small explosion could be heard. Clarissa had to react quickly, or the wand would have jumped out of her right hand.
“No, no, no, not at all!” Clarissa agreed. “There, try this one.”
And in an instant, Clarissa was trying a second wand. To equally measure its suitability, she copied the same movement as she did with the first wand, but this time, not a thing happened. Had she suddenly lost her magic?
Ollivander laughed seeing the fright on her face. Apparently, not that one either, huh?
Clarissa glanced at her father, who was clearly lost in thought. She wondered what he was thinking. Was he disappointed in her?
“You're one of the more difficult Roses I have welcomed into my shop over the years... Could it... could it be?” The man disappeared for a minute and came back with a long, dark wooden wand. It was stunning. “Mayhaw wood and snallygaster heartstring. Highly powerful, and loves to be powerful, but, however, extremely difficult to control...”
Clarissa was carefully given the wand and she couldn't keep her eyes off it. She felt a shiver going through her body, and then an immense feeling of tranquility in her upper body. As if a weight had fallen off her shoulders.
“Yes,” she whispered, “It has chosen me.”
“Well, isn't that beautiful!”, Ollivander cheerfully noticed. “I can see you two make a wonderful pair. Absolutely wonderful!” The man didn't even lend her another chance to swish and flick. He was sure, she was sure, and so was the wand. Clarissa's father gave her an approving nod. The father-daughter connection they didn't have, suddenly peeked around the corner.

The beginning of magic. That is what this felt like.