Olivia was really looking forward to buying a wand and doing magic. But Hagrid had told her that if you’re not careful, you could end up in The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes  in the Ministry of Magic, and get expelled. If you get expelled your wand would be broken in half. She was shocked, yet amazed when he said that.

‘Ministry of magic?’ cried Olivia, her jaw dropping. ‘THERE’S A MINISTRY OF MAGIC? Wow! I never knew a ministry could be magical.’  

‘Yeah ain't it?’ agreed Hagrid happily. ‘The ministry is in charge o’ wha’ happens in the Wizarding World an’ all that.’

‘Hagrid?’ Olivia asked. ‘Are you a teacher at Hogwarts?’ 

‘Nah, I’m the gamekeeper,’ answered Hagrid, puffing out his chest as though he was proud of it. ‘I’m employed by the headmaster ter look after the grounds o’ the school, as well as the security.’ 

Olivia and Hagrid reached a desk that was full of what seemed to be sticks and paper, and she saw many boxes in the background. It looked like there were more than a thousand. A man appeared, he had white hair that stuck out, and he kind of looked like Santa Claus, but without the big belly and beard. The thought made Olivia slightly grin. His kind face was etched with age, yet his eyes still looked so young and bright. 

‘Good morning, er- gentleman and young lady,’ he greeted. 

‘Mornin’ Mr. Ollivander! We’re lookin’ for a wand for this young lady,’ Hagrid yelled in his hoarse voice, thumping Olivia on the back. 

His slight push was so strong that Olivia tumbled forward and almost tripped. She stood straight again, face red with embarrassment. 

‘Ah,’ Ollivander said, taking no notice that Olivia tripped. ‘The famous Dragonheart, yes?’

‘Yeah. She didn’ know about her poor parents till I told her.’  

‘Alright, so let’s find you a wand, shall we?’

‘A wand?’ Olivia exclaimed, looking really excited. ‘A real, magical wand? That I can actually do magic with?’

‘Yes, I’ve got just the one, I think,’ cooed Mr. Ollivander as he swished to the side of the room on a ladder and pulled out a wand from one of the boxes. 

‘What do you mean “just the one”?’ demanded Olivia, taken aback. ‘Don’t we just pick a wand and buy it?’ 

‘The wand chooses the wizard Ms. Dragonheart, I didn’t expect you to know that, you lived among Muggles after all.’

‘Muggles? I’m pretty sure Hagrid told me that word but I forgot what it meant...’

‘Muggles are people without magical abilities,’ explained Mr. Ollivander.

‘Ah, yes, I think that’s the one: 14 inches long, made of willow and has a core of unicorn hair,’ Ollivander said after a while.

He placed an odd looking wand on his polished desk.

‘Go on, take it. Give it a little… flick.’

Olivia swished the wand but nothing happened. 

‘No, no. Not quite there yet,’ Mr. Ollivander muttered. 

She tried and tried more wands...

‘Here, try this one,’ Ollivander suggested, handing Olivia a wand after many others.

‘What type of wand is this?’ asked Olivia curiously as she examined the pale red wand (it also had little bits of light brown, as though burns). It had very thin green lines on the wand’s handle. 

‘10 inches long, made of willow and has a core of a dragon heartstring.’ 

Olivia voraciously took the wand, if truth be told, she really wanted to test it.

‘Go on then,’ chuckled Olivander.

As soon as Olivia’s fingers brushed against the smooth, pale red wand, it trembled in her grip, a sudden breeze entering the room. The wand had chosen her, this was the wand that chose Olivia as its master. She would now perform spells with this new wand that she would soon call a companion. 

‘Oh, not yet,’ laughed Ollivander, as though able to read Olivia’s mind. ‘You’re not allowed to do magic outside of school.’

Olivia looked up at him, a little disappointed. But then she smiled at Mr. Ollivander and gently tucked her new wand in her pocket, excusing herself and Hagrid as they exited the wandmaker’s shop, having finished with all the exhausting shopping that they went through.