Oliver sat at a table just outside of Rosa Lee Teabag. In front of him sat a cup of tea and a half eaten scone, the day was what most considered rather beautiful the sun was shining the clouds were few and far between and he had his nose embedded in a book, his rectangular reading glasses sat near the end of his nose. Despite the weather he was in fact rather miffed. He kept checking his watch, the store he needed to visit was run by one man and he was on his lunch break. On the table next to him sat a box about 6 inches in length and 4 inches wide. Inside the plain and rather boring box sat Oliver's old wand, broken in 3 places. This was why he was here, to replace the now useless wand. The trouble was, Ollivander had decided to take his lunch break, but it would be ending any minute. He stood, downed the rest of his tea and shoved what was left of his scone in his mouth. He grabbed the wand box and checked that he had his money. He strode down the street with some confidence to his step. He turned into the dusty shop and the bell tinkled. The dust floating through the shop caught the sun in columns that fell through the window, He coughed slightly and fanned the dust from his eyes, the old man came out from behind the counter his large moon like eyes reflecting the sun, he looked rather surprised at seeing the fifteen year old in his shop. Oliver, realizing he still had his glasses on folded them and slipped them into his breast pocket. Ollivander recognizing the boy looked rather disappointed. He sighed, "How may I help you Mister Knight?"
"Er, uh," he stammered rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"Well, boy, spit it out."
"I need a new wand."
"Sorry?"
"I broke my wand, I'm here to buy a replacement."
"I'm sorry to hear this, Mister Knight, I still remember that wand quite well, Ash with unicorn hair 13 and a quarter inches and rather stiff. Very well, let's get started then." He snapped his fingers and the magical measuring tape floated up and began measure the boy who had significantly increased in size since his last visit nearly 5 years ago before his first year."I trust it served you well, until you broke it," Ollivander said with a bit of venom.
"Yes quite well, and well I didn't break it, one of my less pleasant classmates did on the train home."
"Oh," Ollivander looked scandalized at the thought of someone intentionally destroying one of his crafts.
"Yeah," He trailed off, knowing this was only half the truth. Ollivander put a wand in his hand. Oliver flicked it and had it immediately taken from him. He spent near to an hour trying different wands to little or no success. the entire time Ollivander becoming more and more frazzled and distraught. The pile of boxes at one point grew so high he had to help the old man restock his shelves so that he could continue to move about the shop freely. From deep within one of the seemingly endless shelves he pulled a beaten box with one end crunched in and frayed embroidery. Ollivander looked at it for a second and pulled out a wand, no, the wand Oliver knew when he saw it. It was a pale white wand, composed of alder, the body was simple but delicate, engraved in the handle was a symbol of the Cancer zodiac, his birth sign.. He stared in marvel, they could be together, him and the wand. Ollivander cleared his throat, "An alder, fourteen and one half inches, phoenix feather, rather stiff, but pliable enough to survive general wear and tear. Should be very loyal and a good dueling wand, I'll give you it for seven galleons two sickles and a knut." The boy quickly handed over the money and returned the wand to it's box. Oliver was thankful that he had beat the worst of the inevitable mob of eleven year olds getting their first wands. He thanked the old man and quickly left the shop greatful for some fresh air, he tucked the wand box and his book under his arm and left for the Leaky Cauldron. He entered and approached the bartender for permission to use their fireplace. He stepped in and threw a fistful of powder towards the ground, "King's circle, Kensington!" and with that the 15 year old boy vanished in a flash of green fire, smoke and the distinct smell of pine for some odd reason.