"Are you sure this is the place?" I stared at the wall blankly, and grandmother preformed some sort of knock onto the wall.

"This is what her note says to do. I do not appreciate you ques- "

She was cut off as the wall cracked open reveling a wonderland of shapes and colors. Witches and Wizards of all ages scurried around, darting from shop to shop in a busy fashion. 

"Holy Shi-"  Grandmother gave me and incredulous look.
"Shiitake. I was going to say shiitake." I smoothed down my sweater and passed through the nonexistent wall.

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"Alright, we have your robes, potions class materials, books, and equipment. But it says here we still need a wand,and an animal if you want one." She shoved the thin piece of parchment into her handbag.

"Mum! We have to get my wand!" A young boy around my age with light brown curly hair, tugged his mother behind him towards a shop called Olivander's.

"I think we go there." I pointed towards the old shop.

"Ah, okay then." Confused, she made her way over there as I followed suite.

The shop was dusty, and smelled like old paper. Long thin boxes were stacked sky high, and were shoved in every crevice of the shop. An old frazzled man stood behind a desk holding a light brown wand as the young boy I saw earlier stared up in awe.

"Here you go mr Scamander, take good care of this wand and it will take good care of you." He said light-heartily, and waved as the curly haired boy left with his mother.

"Ah, miss O'Leary I was wondering when I was going to see one of you again!" He clapped and smiled at me and Grandmother.

"What do you mean by 'one of you'?!" I questioned.

"Well you come from a lo-" he was cut short abruptly, when my grandmother coughed.

"That's a story for later. Anyways time for your wand!"

He rifled through shelves abd shelves of boxes, and finally brought out a long maroon box.

"12 inch, Cherry wood wand with a a unicorn hair core."  He pulled out the wand, it's handle was thick and curved with a small knob on the bottom, the length of the wand was warped and twisted.

He handed it down to me, as I grasped the handled a beam of light shot out and the plant in the corner erupted in flame.

"Definitely not!" He swipped the wand and moved it under the box.

"I wonder, are perhaps an artist?" He asked inquisitively.

"That I am indeed." I replied a cheshire grin crept across my face.

"Well I suppose this wand will do the trick, 11 inch, ebony wood, with the hair of a Puca as a core." He handed me the slick ebony wand, it's handle was curved and had a dried vine wrapped around it's warped handle.

As soon as me paint stained fingers touch it, I was flooded with warmth. I was filled with ecstasy as I accepted the wand with gratitude.

"Excuss me sir but what does being an artist have to do with this wand?" The warmth had faded but it the felicity of the situation didn't waver.

"Well Puca's are very pesky creatures in Irish legends. The tend to shape shift so finding one and obtaining it's hair was a tedious task. To control a wand like this you must have patience and an artistic value to understand and appreciate this wand." He finished as his eyes scrunched into a smile.

"Thank you Mr Olivander." Grandmother held the door open as I waved goodbye.
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"Well that's it. Time to go home." Her voice was tight as we headed back the way we came threw the colorful streets.

"No we're not we haven't got an animal yet." I skipped backwards in front of Grand ma ma.

"That's an awful idea." She said flatly.

"What! How so?"

"Toads are disgusting and give you warts."

"They are simply adorable, and those are marks of appreciation!"

She ignored me and continued, "Owls shouldn't be kept in cages."

"But the owls deliver and pick up mail, they do more than you!" I countered.

"And cats are the spawn of a devil, and were simply mistake brought to the world."

"Like your birth?"

"EVE!"

"What I was only kidding." I shunned away from her raised voice.

We continued on our not so merry way.

In a flash of light followed by a bang, a heavy mass smashed into my head.

"What the bloody hell was tha-" I was met by two bright blue eyes.

"Can I keep it?"