Angel Vesler, who spent 7 long years alone after her parents died, felt completely safe standing in Olivander's Wand Shop. Then again she did have three highly trained teens standing at her back. Olivander himself was behind the rows and columns of wands that covered his store. So far she had been there for over two hours trying out every wand in his shop. Olivander, in all his years of selling wands had never seen anything like her before.
An idea was blossoming at the back of his head, but the half-second he thought about it he pushed it back shaking his head. Thirty wands later, and still no luck, he thought about it again and decided to give it a try. After all it never hurt to try. The tall, old man slowly walked over to the two wands that the young girl with blue hair had had the best outcome with. 8½ inch willow with a vampire hair and an 8½ oak with a snake fang. He picked them up carefully and walked slowly over to the wild-looking youth and handed them both to her. Angel's face twisted in confusion and she started to talk.
"But, aren't I supposed to…" Angel started to say.
"I know what normally happens but you…you are defiantly not normal." Olivander interrupted. "Most of my customers find their match in six wands or less but you are the first to not find their wand almost immediately." He pushed the wands in to her long, slender fingers. As she gripped them firmly a blue aura surrounded her body.
"Ahh…Well it seems once again my instincts have guided me in the right direction." Olivander said with a hint of pride in his voice. Angel looked up from her two new wands and into the piercing, blue-gray eyes of the old shopkeeper.
"But how is this possible?" Angel asked. She was still a little confused but not willing to show it.
"My only guess is that you magic is so strong that one wand alone will not hold all of it. You are probably the strongest witch alive to date." Olivander said looking pleased with himself. "That will be twenty galleons."