Molly thought that if Fred and George were any more excited about finally getting their wands, they would be vibrating.
As it was, they very nearly were. Their nearly identical wands (the only difference being a slight difference in length and shade of the woods) were held so tightly in their fists that Molly was slightly afraid they would break them.
None of the wands they had managed to collect at home had worked for either twin, and they had been left with no option but to buy a wand for each twin.
They had tested each and every wand, none of which had even responded to them, much to their dismay. Neither had the wands they found in a second hand shop, which was simply strange. Everyone was able to find at least one wand that worked for them, even if it wasn't the best fit, from a second hand shop or within the family.
But that only meant that her sons were unique, and Molly loved that about them.
A loud bang told Molly that her sons hadn't even been able to wait to get to Hogwarts to try a spell.
Written for the September Back to School Challenge: (emotion) excitement