Keith walked into Ollivander's nervously, glancing around at the dusty shelves lined with wands. A young witch, most likely an assistant, since that certainly could not be the famed wandmaker. She glanced up at him from over her magazine, Witch Weekly
"Yeah," Keith said nervously. "I need a wand." The girl sighed and rolled her eyes. She didn't seem too thrilled about working at Ollivander's over the summer.
"Right this way," She said in a bored tone, glancing down at her watch. "Sure you do. Over here." She said, grabbing a box at random. She pulled a wand out of it and handed it to Keith. "Try it." Keith shrugged and waved it.
Nothing happened, and the girl sighed again, grabbing another random wand and handing it to Keith. He waved it, and again, nothing happened. They tried this nearly a dozen times, and both Keith and the assistant were getting annoyed. Muttering under her breath, the assistant threw several boxes down to Keith. He grabbed one, yanked the wand out and waved it. Sparks eruoted from it's tip, setting several empty boxes on fire. The assistant didn't look alarmed, she simply waved her wand lazily, saying: "Aguamenti" Water burst from the tip, killing the fire. She checked the wand quickly. "So," She said. "you want a 12 inch long ash wand with dragon heartstring, nice and supple, good with charms." Keith nodded eagerly. "50 points," She said, holding out her hand. Keith checked his pocket. Then he checked it again. "Can I get back to you?" The assistant sighed irratably, and snatched the wand from his grasp. "Come back when you can pay for it twerp."