Paste your document here...Draco pouted as he stepped into the new Ollivander's shop. It looked the same as seven years before, only this time Mr. Ollivander was not behind the counter, but none other than Granger.
"Mr. Ollivander desperate enough that he actually gave you a job?" Draco sneered, as Hermione took a look at him and assessed what he may need, not allowing his taunts to get to her.
"As you may, or probably don't know, I am Mr. Ollivander's apprentice," she shot back. Definitely oak, or maple. Something rigid. He hadn't changed a bit.
"Oh, really?" he said, an eyebrow raising. "And you've heard..."
"That you're training to be an Auror, yes." Longer, maybe 25 or 28 centimeters. He was smart, she knew this because he had beat out everyone in his qualification group.
"Yes, well, I didn't come by here to tell you that..." He came a bit closer and, she could tell, he was getting ready to say something. Maybe a phoenix core? Improbable.
She pulled a box, and handed him a wand. "26.5 centimeters, birch, thestral fur core." He raised one eyebrow and waved it at the target now set up for this purpose. The vase shattered.
"Oh." She took it out of his hand, and placed it back in the box. "Maybe not." She pulled another one out, and handed it to him. "23 centimeters, maple, mermaid scales..." He waved it again. Nothing happened. She chuckled, "Pity..."
He looked at her, a question on his face. "I've always been curious to see who that wand would choose, curious combination, you see; nonetheless, try this one." She blushed. "28 centimeters exactly, oak, phoenix feather." He waved it, and smiled, putting the broken vase back together and making the flowers scattered across the floor bloom.
"It's perfect," he said. He looked at her, and she had gone all teary-eyed.
"What?"
"Nothing," she said, as she moved to ring him out. "That was just my very first successful wand."