I remember walking in those distasteful doors and rotten smell of the whole lot. Yet I am still intrigued that I was happy to get my wand like all of the others though I did have other ideas for the use of my wand... Any way back to my story, I walked in the doors and an urge of happiness of getting my wand. I looked around and saw a man looking right at me I jumped.
" Hello." He said to me.
" Hello." I said starting myself. " Well, I want a wand." I continued.
" Snippy aren't we?" He laughed. I kept silent. He got out a pure black box and handed the wand that lied within it to me. " Here I think this wand will only be fit for you." The wand was bent to the left side and was as black as night herself. I took it in my hand, It felt...smooth and powerful-ready to blow at any time, then a loud bang came from the tip of my newly found wand. I looked up at Mr. Ollivander.
" Yes, this one will do just fine..." I smiled evilly up at him.