The letter had come a few weeks ago, telling me that I was now a student at Hogwarts. If I tried, I could still remember the smooth envelope, the way the wax seal gleamed in the sunlight that had streamed through the window, the crinkle of the parchment as I took it out unfolded it. But all that was just a memory now. The streets of Diagon Alley were crowded. Students rushed from shop to shop to get their supplies. My father had told me to get my supplies by myself while he did his own shopping. I rounded a corner and saw what I was looking for at the end of the street. Ollivander's Wand Shop stood proudly among the other buildings. As I drew nearer I saw a small crowd of kids around my age leave the shop, gawking over their newly obtained wands. Their chatter floated through the air as I walked past them, I gave them a small smile. A few of them acknowledged me with a small wave or a nod of the head. I pushed opened the door. As I did, a small bell at the top of it rang, letting the owner know a customer had arrived. I looked around the wand shop. It was exactly like what you'd think it would look like. Stacks of wand cases lined shelves and tables, odds and ends were here and there, a vase full of flowers stood on a small table in the corner. Streams of sunlight came in through the windows, illuminating the place. It was eerily quiet and no one stood behind the front counter. I craned my neck to try and see if anyone was in the back, but with no luck.
"Hello? Is anyone in here?" I asked. I heard some rustling and muffled words coming from somewhere behind the shelves of wands. Suddenly, a figure emerged. He was an older man with wiry white hair and pale silver eyes that glowed like the moon. He was Ollivander.
"Ahh, Ms. Whisp. I knew I'd be seeing you soon." He said, a kind twinkle in his eye.
"How did you- how did you know my name?" I was stunned.
"My dear, I remember every wand I've ever sold and everyone I've sold one to." He replied. "You look just like your father..." he mumbled. His voice trailed off as his mind wandered. I stood there for a moment before he snapped back into reality.
"I'm sorry my dear, let's get you your wand then." Ollivander walked along the shelves for a bit before picking a case. He opened it and pulled out a short black wand. "Try this." He said as he handed me it. I took it and waved it around. There was a loud smash as the vase of flowers exploded.
"I'm so sorry!" I apologized hurriedly.
"Not to worry my dear." He took out his own wand and muttered a spell. The pieces of the vase put themselves back together.
"Give this one a little wave." This time he handed me a medium-sized brown wand with intricate designs tuning up and down the sides. I flicked it, but instead of blowing something up, little fireworks came out of the tip.
"That is a very nice wand. Apple wood, Unicorn hair core, 10 1/2 inches, and a surprisingly swishy flexibility." Ollivander remarked. I thanked him, paid for the wand, and left the shop.