Going school shopping in Diagon Alley was somehow not very exhausting for Blaine. Maybe it was because, unlike clothes-shopping with Kurt, they had a set list of what to buy, and weren't just buying whatever caught their fancy. Maybe it was because not only Cooper but Burt were with them, making sure they were staying on task. Maybe it was the sheer excitement of *school shopping for Hogwarts*, but whatever it was, Blaine wasn't exhausted.
Their last stop was Ollivander's wand shop. The four of them entered, Cooper and Burt with more confidence, Blaine and Kurt with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. What wands would they get?
"Ah, good afternoon, gentlemen," said Ollivander, walking toward the front. "Let me see, Cooper Anderson? Alder, phoenix feather, 10 3/4 inches was it? And Burt Hummel, hmm...ah, cedar, unicorn hair, 11 inches. Yes, yes. Alder and cedar. Are you taking care of them? But who have we here? What are your names, children?"
Burt replied, "Blaine Anderson and my son Kurt. They're here for their wands."
"Yes, they are. Well, come along. The wands won't just fly out of their boxes for you."
He hurried Blaine and Kurt to the front of the counter, and hurried around it, pulling out two measuring tapes. As the measuring tapes went to work measuring Kurt and Blaine, Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, pulling out a few boxes and occasionally glancing at Kurt and Blaine and talking to himself under his breath. When the tapes finished measuring and zoomed back into the open drawer, Ollivander came back, holding a few boxes, which he put on the counter and separated into two piles. He opened the first top on on the right and gave it to Kurt. "Elm, flexible, dragon heartstring, 11 1/2 inches. Go on, try it."
Kurt gave the wand a wave, and golden-red sparks followed the arc of the wand "Well," said Ollivander, surprised. "It seems that one likes you."
Blaine asked, "What do you mean, likes Kurt?"
Ollivander turned to look at Blaine. "It means, Blaine Anderson, that this wand is attuned to Kurt. Those who are ignorant of wandlore think that the wizard chooses the wand, but it's really the wand that chooses the wizard. That's what it means when I said that that one likes your friend Kurt. Now, for you, here. Pine, unicorn tail, firm, 10 1/2 inches."
Ollivander gave Blaine the wand, and Blaine held it awkwardly, giving it a quick wave. When nothing happened, Ollivander took the wand back and gave him another. This happened a few times before Ollivander said, "This one might do. Pear, unicorn hair, firm, 11 1/4 inches. Here you go."
Blaine took the wand and felt a tingling in his hand. He waved the wand, and a shower of white-gold dust fell from the tip of the wand.
"Well," said Ollivander, sounding pleasantly surprised. "It appears you have your match. The both of you take good care of your wands, and they'll help take care of you. Mr. Hummel, that will be 14 galleons for the pair."
Burt paid for the wands, and the four of them left the wand shop.