Scott Peck, a boy with jet-black hair that was cut short entered Ollivander's wand shop in Diagon Alley. A half-blood wizard, his mother, Shirley, worked as a columnist for Witch Weekly, writing the publication's most popular weekly column. His father, Marcus, had worked for the London Police for many years. He was killed in a shooting some years before Scott received his acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He peered around the shop, wondering where the mysterious wandmaker was hidden. Just as he reached the table, he heard shuffling to his right. Ollivander, his white hair spread out like Albert Einstein's, smiled, seeming to recognize Scott.

"Ah, Mr. Peck," he said in a quiet and soothing voice. "I have been wondering when you would enter my shop. I see you inherited your mother's good looks. She was one of my favorite employees."

Scott grinned. "And you were one of her favorite employers, Mr. Ollivander. But don't let her boss hear that."

Ollivander chuckled as he approached the table where Scott was waiting. "I won't tell a soul," he said. "Now, to business. You are, of course, here to purchase your wand." Ollivander turned and started browsing the shelves. Once he selected a wand, he took it out of the box and handed it to Scott.

"Here we are," Ollivander said as Scott took the wand. "10 and three-quarter inches, made of vine wood and with a dragon heartstring core."

Scott had hardly raised the wand to examine it when Ollivander snatched it from him, shaking his head. Ollivander went back to searching before he found a second box.

"14 inches, willow, with a unicorn hair," Ollivander explained as he handed it to Scott, who barely laid a finger on it before Ollivander shook his head again and snapped it back. He searched further in the back for a wand before extracting another.

"Try this: 11 inches, holly, with a phoenix tail core."

For a moment, Scott thought this was his wand. It vibrated feebly in his hands for a few seconds before it stopped. Ollivander took it back, smiling slightly.

"Tricky customer, eh?" he said with a chuckle. "Not to worry, we'll find you one, yet!"

With that, he put back the Phoenix wand and resumed his searching through the wand boxes. Finally, after what seemed an age to Scott, Ollivander pulled a box from the shelf closest to the bottom of the floor. He put the box on the table in front of Scott, hesitating for a moment. The wand was blue and appeared to Scott to be bent ever so slightly to the left.

"12 inches, made of alder and a dragon heartstring core," Ollivander explained, handing the wand to Scott. "Excellent for use in all forms of magic, but especially defending against the Dark Arts."

Scott took the wand and almost immediately knew it was his. Wind seemed to blow all around him and the wand began to vibrate in his hand, not feebly as before, but with energy. Ollivander clapped his hands together and smiled.

"Oh, well done, Mr. Peck, well done," Ollivander exclaimed. "You and your wand have found each other! Now, I'll just need seven galleons from you for your purchase and you can be on your way."

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander," Scott said as he withdrew seven gold galleons from his pocket and handed them over. "I'll make sure to tell my mother 'hello' from you."

"Yes, yes, please give Shirley my best," Ollivander said, bowing Scott from the shop.