A few days went by as Matthew continued experimenting with wands materials. Some wands were created successfully while some were failures. On the fourth day Matthew wraps up with a customer as a finely dressed man walks into the shop. "You must be Matthew Clearview then?" The man looks up towards Matthew.

"Yes. I'm the owner of Clearview's Wand Shop. Please take a look around and see if there's anything that catches your eye." Matthew says finishing up the last bit of paperwork from the previous customer. The finely dressed man takes a lap around the floor seeing the neatly stacked shelves of wands in boxes. Matthew puts his book away and realizes who this man is. "Ah, Mr. Lawrence. It's good to see you again sir. What brings you to my little shop?"

The finely dressed man turns around and smirks. "So he does recognize his old teacher." He walks up to the desk, his face sinks into one of seriousness. "I'm now the principal of the school and as you know our private institute has their hands dipped into the wand makers over at 'Faithful Feathers and Wands'."

Matthew became nervous as he tried to put on a smile. "Yes, I remember. The previous principal got into an argument with my dad about the crappy wand quality that was sent home with me."

"Ah, yes. I remember that day. Vincent almost had an aneurysm after your father left." Christopher laughed at the memory. "Well, I'm here on request from an associate who is pulling a huge favor. We're going to buy a small bulk order of wands and give them to a class to see the quality of your skills."

Matthews' heart skipped a beat hearing it. Since the day Joe told him that someone would be by, he thought that he prepared mentally enough to handle this. Now that the time came and he's hearing it first hand, it was a whole new experience. Christopher gathered some papers and laid them down on the desk. "This is a list of wand woods and cores we will accept. No lesser materials should be used. You understand first hand our reputation. Being a private school we need to keep up the image of eloquence. Just make twenty wands with these materials and we'll distribute them to the children."

The moment he heard that his brain snapped back to reality. "I can't allow that."

Christopher was surprised by this sudden denial of his request. "What do you mean you 'Can't' allow that? That was the task I gave you and as an establishment of fine report you should be handy to do this."

"It's not that I can't do it. I won't do it." Matthew pushed the papers back to Christopher. "I've learned from some of the greatest wand makers the world has created. The best philosophy I have heard was, 'The user doesn't choose the wand, the wand chooses the user.'" Matthew smiled bitterly. "As much as this would make my career, I can't justify you giving these students subpar wands compared to wands that could make them great."

"So you're willing to lose the chance at this contract for such a petty argument as philosophy?" Christopher was steaming as he stood there staring up at Matthew.

Matthew stares down at Christopher as he says, "Yes. If I remember correctly, this petty argument is exactly the same as my father and the late principal had. He was disgusted that you wouldn't even bother matching the wand to the student."

Christopher said nothing for a long while. Both of the men stood there in silence until Christopher spoke first. "This was a favor pulled from a very influential figure, so I can't say no without at least trying. What do you need then?"

Matthews' brain went into overdrive as he thought things over. Not that of what he would need, but of who Joe could be to have this much sway on a stubborn principal of a top private school in the area. Was it also a coincidence that it happened to be the same school that he had gone to?

Either way Matthew spoke up. "It would be best if the students could come to the shop. Usually my intuition works best in person. However, if I could have a file of each student's personality and behavior, I could work from that. It would be less accurate, but far better than a random draw."

"Fine. Here's half of what we charge for our usual wands. The other half will be given upon completion. We'll make a trip with the children out here so you can work properly" Christopher begins to walk away and as soon as he reaches the door. "Even though we didn't see eye to eye today, it was still good to see one of my better students all grown and prosper."

"It was good seeing you too sir." As soon as Matthew says this Christopher leaves the store. Once the store was clear Matthew walked up to the door slightly shaking and swapped the sign to 'Closed'. He pressed his back to the door and sunk down to the floor, tears falling from his eyes. A smile spreads across his face as the tears wet his face.

"Finally..." Those were the last words that came from his lips that night. When the tears could no longer fall, he stood up and walked into his shop and started to hand sharpen and prepare his tools.

After two more days of waiting, Christopher came back with all twenty kids. There was an Auror guarding them. This Auror was one that Matthew had not met before. Each kid was asked a few questions and given a few practice wands to see what reactions would be best. The entire time Christopher was astounded. Not just by the lengths he went through to find the right wand for each child, but because of his eyes. With each student his eyes became as pitch black as his pupils.

Christopher had noticed that it wasn't just the pupils growing, but the iris itself was changing. This was something he had never seen before in any wand maker. In his experience, when the pupils expand upon examination of a person then they were some version of a seer. This however, was beyond any divination or the powers of a seer.

"Finished with the last student." Matthew says as the last kid walks back out of the building. "I'll be able to complete the order in about two weeks time. This will be the only project I'll be working on."

"Take your time. We want the best quality, so make sure each is the best you can make it." Christopher turns around and walks out of the door without another word.

Matthew smiles and walks to the back with a list of materials he would need. In the back room is a majestic Peregrine Falcon. He walks over and attaches some coins onto a pouch strapped to the falcon's back and the list into a tube on the bird's left leg. "Get this to Ada and remind her to give you a treat." The falcon squeaks out and Matthew smiles. "I know she usually does, but just in case." He pets the bird and opens a back window. The falcon flies out the window quickly, leaving him alone in the room.

A voice suddenly rang out behind him. As Matthew turns around he doesn't see anything, but could have sworn he heard someone right behind him. After searching the entire store he chalks it up to a simple mistake. After about an hour there comes a knock on the door. When he opens the door he smiles seeing his girlfriend and messenger bird.

"So you did get my message. I was worried that Buddy got lost on his way to you." Matthew smirks and holds out his arm. As soon as he does, the falcon, Buddy, jumps onto it and nips at his finger. "What did mama forget to give you a snack?"

"Oh yeah, me of all people would forget to feed your spoiled little bird." Ada walks in and closes the door behind her. "I also got all of your ingredients." She places the bag down and walks over to Matthew. As she does, she immediately wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. "I'm so happy for you babe. You're finally getting some very good work from a high end establishment.

"It was all thanks to Joe. He pulled his weight and got them to come down and at least give me a chance. Matthew says as he walks over to the material bag and picks it up. "But now it's my turn to show them that I don't just need the name of a big shot to get things done."