This isn't for any competition/challenge, just for fun. I found this drabble in the back of my computer - I wrote this ages ago. OC. R&R please!

It wasn't going to be easy. Hell, it was going to be incredibly hard. His grandfather was weak, and however much Garrick Ollivander wanted to continue wandmaking, he couldn't. His once steady hands were shaky and inconvenient, and the trips to St. Mungo's became more and more frequent.

The wizarding world of Britain was shaken. Understandably, because of the murders and corrupted government, the last eight years had been marred with the fear that your loved ones would be next on that 'missing persons' list, or even worse, the new additions list at the morgue.

Jamie Ollivander shoved his hands into his robe pockets and let the cool spring breeze ruffle his hair as he surveyed the abandoned shop.
Windows were shattered and boxes upon boxes of wands were missing - presumably stolen, Jamie thought. It would take him a good two or three days to get business back in order - and even then, he didn't expect the few wands he had left to last long. Muggle-borns from all of wizarding Britain would come to Ollivanders to get new wands - theirs had been confiscated and broken by the Ministry.

Stepping inside the creaky shop, he took a good look around. Everything was broken or scattered or in disarray, burnt and charred, dusty and covered with a thick layer of grime.

Reparo, he muttered, and the glass from the windows flew into their proper spots.
Since the dark and chilly aura of the shop wasn't that inviting, Jamie muttered incendio and the fire-lit glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling flickered with light.
The charred door, hanging off it's hinges - well, that was definitely beyond fixing. Evanesco.
Jamie conjured a new door, contrasting from the rest of the beaten-down shop because of the gleam it gave off.

Not in the mood to spend the rest of his afternoon fixing up a dreary, dark shop by himself, he cast a few protective wards - don't need anything else stolen or trashed - and gave the shop one last fleeting look before continuing down Diagon Alley.