It was January 22nd 2020 that I was accepted into Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I am Alexa Jamie Potter, an 11 year old muggle-born girl. My older sister Grace has gone on about how amazing her fist days at Hogwarts were and how getting her first wand was like for far too long! Despite my exitment, I cant help but feel nervous some how...

Arriving at Diagon Alley was just... speachless... It was like there were hundreds of shops everywhere! From Honeydukes to a place called Olivanders. I was pretty sure that i've heard the name somewhere though. I gazed into the Honeydukes and found myself pressed against the glass, gaping at the rows of candy, waiting on the shelves to be picked by the huddle of people at the front door. But as I looked closer, there was some sort of frog thing, around the corner, leaping on top of boxes lables 'bertie botts every flavored beans'. "Mum, can I get one of those jumping frogs?! Over there!" I shouted. She agreed to go after and we walked on, heading directly towards one of the shops, Olivanders.

As I walked in, it was like a dream turning into reality! Rows upon rows of long antique boxes lay dusty, yet that did not change the fact on how eager and exited I was to own one of them! Each step I took, I delayed, stunned at the amount of wands they had. Just then I realised that my jaw was hanging open, I quickly shut it as a voice echowed loudly, "Hello, hello, hello! You must be a Potter right? I still remember when your parents came to my shop to get their first wand, thats when your mother found out that she was a squib. I remember it like it was just yesterday. Unlike your cousin Harry, you have your fathers eyes you know!". It was a lot to take in but I managed to reply, "Umm thanks, Its a pleasure to be here Mr. Olivander! I can't wait to get my first wand!!!"

I turned to look back at my parents beaming so hard my mouth was hurting. I looked back at Mr. Olivander as he pulled out a midnight-blue wand case and carefully opened it. Inside laya beuatiful dark oak wand, slightly crooked, but astonishing. He handed it to me. A swarm of butterfly's flew into my tummy swirling in circles. Could this be it, my new wand?!

"Well give it a wave!" he insisted. I swayed the wand in a circle motion. I tried to concentrate, as I started to drift away, wondering if i was also a squib like my mother. and as soon as i started to believe i was, sparks of red light flew around the room like fireworks shattering glass goblets! He snatched the wand away from me and shoved it back in the case carelessly. "I am soo sorry Mr. Olivander!".

"No worries. it's the wand that picks the wizard or witch, not the other way round." And with a flick of his wand the glass goblets were as good as new, and the place looked like the disaster never happened. He pulled out a dark green case and handed me the wand. As soon as i held it i fell backwards against the wall, my whole body aching. My parents rushed over to me fireing questions at me like 'Are you ok!?' I carefully stood up, covered head to toe in dust, but my dad fixed that in a jiffy. He went over to the shelves and muttered under his breath "Should I , No, Could it? let's give it a go!"

"Is something wrong?" my mum asked as he handed me one more box but this one was a scarlet cased wand. When he gave it to me, I was prepared for the worst. As i held it a flow of power rose in me and i found myself drifting into the air. "Merlins beard! I had no idea!" He Exclaimed. "This is the exact wand core as Harry Potter, ofcourse he is your sousin, but it still is really rare! Voldemort and Silvanus Kettleburn also had it you know. It's English oak wood with a phoenix feather core, 10 ¾" and unbending flexibility!

And that's the story of how i got my wand!