It was a hot winter day, as Mr. Ollivander whipped his damp forehead, trying to find the right wand for the young girl who entered his shop 40 minutes ago.
"A hard task", said Mr. Ollivander.
Well of course, there are always special occasions but this time, he had no idea what to do.
He had this boy who tried 30 different wands until he found out he needs a hippogriff feather, maple, 12 inches, unyielding.
And there was also that girl who tried all types of wands for over 2 days until Mr. Ollivander found her right wand (Almond tree, an-old-wizard-beard-hair, 14 1/2 inches, yielding).
And then, there is this girl, who even though she came into Ollivander's only 40 minutes ago, he felt something strange about her.
He examined her again, little less than 5 feet, left handed, brunette, small shoulders, hard fists…. Nothing that should be a problem.
And though, Mr. Ollivander couldn't have stopped thinking there was something odd about her.

It was a hot winter day, as 11-year-old Enid entered
'Ollivander's - Wand Shop. Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C'.
The first thing she thought was that she was in a huge library, waiting for her mother to pop up and hand her a dozen books, but then she looked again at the shop, what were looking like books were actually long boxes, thousands of boxes laying on thousands of shelves, though each box looked a bit different from the other.
An old man, with pale eyes, was behind the 3rd shelf, examining a very short wand.
The old man came to Enid and said "First wand, ha? Well, come on then, let's find your match".

Mr. Ollivander stared at Enid.
Enid stared at him back.
"Dear, I'm sorry for asking this, but I just want to be sure, you are a witch, right?" said Mr. Ollivander nervously.
"Sure I am" answered the girl, "When I was 3, my mom and I went to the library, and she let me hold 47 books! I was sure they are going to fall down, because you see, they were so heavy, but the just stayed frozen in the air!".
"Oh, I see, yes" said Mr. Ollivander, well it was true, the wands did feel magic she contains, but he had to ask.
So, what is it then? What is so unique about this girl? Mr. Ollivander himself couldn't answer that, it's just that, like her existence is twisted, unreal.
Well, there is only one explanation, and it's not a pleasant one…