Andrew entered the wand store, it was dark, full of dust and peculiar.
Andrew saw a old man who looked like he was deaths old friend.
"Ummmm, sir... sorry to interrupt your train of thought but-"
"You need a wand, don't you?
He hesitated and felt like he was saying something wrong
"Yeah?"
The old man gave him a wand and said
"Yew wood, Phoenix feather core 10 1/2
Inches long"
He held the wand and felt like he was doing something wrong
"What are you waiting for? Wave it!"
"Oh sorry sir"
Andrew waved his wand, a ton of glass bottles behind the old man popped into powdered dust
He threw the wand back to the table
"I-I-Im sorry s-s-sir.."
"It's ok, you can call me earl."
"Ok earl"
Earl pulled out another wand it seemed a little bit different
"Alder wood, unicorn hair core, 11 3/4 inches long"
He waved it and then it flicked away from his hand,ten inches away was the old crooked wand
"It's ok, son"
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Hours passed and clocks ticked and the tower of wand boxes grew bigger and bigger every failure and trial and then there was this one untouched wand,
Earl picked it up and said
"That's the last wand, ash wood, Dragon heartstring 8 1/4 inches long"
Andrew blood flew as fast as bullets and then he waved it just to realize that nothing happened
Earl said "well I guess no wand fits you well have to get a wand that was the closest to being the perfect wand for you. Blackthorn wood, Phoenix feather core 12 inches long"
He took the wand with the box and thanked earl and then left hopelessly
