Stepping into the ancient wand shop, Lily and Finnian saw a wizard behind the counter

who looked just as ancient as the shop itself. Dust covered the many boxes that covered the walls, as firelight danced from a lantern that hung close by. The man, whom Finnian figured was Ollivander, looked at Lily first, before looking gravely at Finnian.

Without a second glance, he began looking through the shelves, shuffling the boxes as he began to scale a ladder that teetered dangerously high. After grabbing a single wand box, Ollivander slid down the ladder, back to the dimly lit desk.

"Yes yes, I've been expecting you, boy." He stated with a gruff voice. Sliding the top of the box, Ollivander gave a nod. "Though it's very uncommon, the second I saw you and your mother walk into my shop, I knew the exact wand needed."

He handed the wand to Finnian, and right away, warmth spread through his fingers as golden sparks flew from the wand.

"Good, good. Yes, you see, this wand is of willow wood, unicorn hair core, 12 ΒΌ inches, rather bendy." He took the wand back and put it back into the box. "Yes, your wand, while not entirely peculiar, shares many features with your mother's" His eyes moved up to Lily's who shifted on her feet.

"Yes well," Lily cut the man off, "We'd best be going." She threw the coins at the man before quickly ushering her son out of the wand shop. The cobblestone street, despite the afternoon sun that hung in the sky, was dark due to the many old buildings that lined the streets.

Lily pushed her son through the Leaky Cauldron again, climbed into her muggle car, and drove back to their house.

(A/N: Sorry that this is so short, I just want to move along the story and I didn't want to spend more than 1 chapter in Diagon Alley as is...)