*** A few days later, we took a trip from Edinburgh to London. The list had instructions to tap a certain brick on the wall to enter a had my Gringotts vault (444) attached to it. Once we were out of Gringotts, I went to every shop; Madam Malkin's, Flourish and Blotts; then I headed to Ollivanders. It was a narrow and shabby shop. Peeling gold letters over the door read 'Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC.' A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as I stepped inside. It was a rather tiny place. "Good afternoon," said a soft voice. I jumped. It was Mr. Ollivander. "What is your name, dear?" "Valerie. Valerie Hill." I replied, shaking. "Very well then. Step forward, and sit on the stool. I will give you different wands to try out. Just give them a wave." I sat down on a tiny wooden stool. A long silver tape measure measured, well, me. "Right then, Ms Hill. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Give it a try." I took the wand and (feeling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of my hand almost immediately. "No-- Try this-- Maple and phoenix feather. Quite whippy. Give it a try-- No-- Try this, ebony and unicorn hair-- No..." "Try this. Mahogany and unicorn horn. Eleven inches. Pliable. Powerful and excellent for transfiguration." I took the the wand and gave it a wave. Blue and gold sparks flashed in the air. "Bravo! Bravo... very well then, that will be seven galleons, Ms Hill. Off you go!"
