They say the wand chooses the wizard, and I would tend to agree. The man who made me says it has something to do with "magical resonance and compatibility." Frankly, I don't think he knows what he's talking about. The reason I chose my wizard is simple; his magic tasted good.
I remember the day I first met my wizard. It was the same as any other day. I was sitting in my box, thinking about my brother who had recently found someone with tasty magic. The old man was moving the boxes around like he always did. Sometimes he even took me out to try a person's magic. None of them ever tasted good.
I felt my box be pulled off the shelf and was carried over to the counter where the old man handed me to my wizard. I knew he was the one as soon as he took me in his hand. Such magic, I had never known magic could taste so good. It tasted of loyalty and the earth and a fighting spirit.
My wizard must have liked me as well, because I felt him use me to make a line of sparks that sent waves of deliciousness straight through my core. I left the shop with my wizard that day. Though he kept me in my box for a while I could always barely taste his magic and knew he was never far.
The next time my wizard held me we were traveling somewhere on a plane. Or was it a train? Doesn't matter. He took me out of my box and put me in his pocket. From there I could taste all kinds of different magics around me. There was a timid one that tasted of soil on one side of the room and a loud and red one over there. My wizard's magic tasted the best though. I don't think I could stand a day with either of those magics.
When my wizard got off the plane I tasted even more magics around me. My wizard must have been around a lot of people. However soon most of them moved away from my wizard except for a few. My wizard got into a wooden box with four other magics. The two yucky ones from earlier, one large and weak one that tasted like rocks and stale leather.
But the last one. I had never tasted anything like it. It tasted of aged paper and ink and velvet, of details and knowledge, and of It was almost like my wizard's magic but opposite. It tasted like the moon to his sun, the land to his ocean, the pull to his push. I do not know whose magic that is, but whatever I do. I am going to make sure my wizard spends more time with it.