Being that im a muggle born, my parents had no idea what to do with me when i started showing signs that i was a witch. Frightened my dad half to death when i gave my little brother a snout and pigs tail. But they were very understanding and knew i had something special in me. So they did what any muggles would do. After they got over the shock they sent me to the psych ward. There i met a wizard who told me all about magic.
When the doctors finally realized that i wasnt crazy, but a witch instead. They sent me to a home with other muggle borns. There we learned what we were, why we were, and what the hell came next. They explained to us what Hogwarts was and what we needed to do once we got our letters. Which by the way, mine came to me when i was in the hospital. Harry was right, Dumbledore really does know everything. The next day the other kids and i went to Diagon Alley to get our supplies for school.
Diagon Alley was cool and all. And it was exciting getting all my supplies. I even got to get an owl. I named him Idgit. The last thing i needed was my wand. I was beyond excited for this. I heard so many awesome stories about how others had been chosen by their wands and i just couldnt wait. We got to the store. I looked up and it said OLLIVANDERS. What a curious last name. I went inside. It was very dark and dingy. And there was no one at the desk. So i rang the bell. An elderly man about 60 with balding white hair came over to me. We had a good little chat then got to sampling wands. A half singed Mr. Ollivander and five blown up shelves later. He handed me an 11 inch willow wand with a unicorn hair core. A surge went through me and knew this was mine. This was me. I was a witch. And my journey had just begun.