Wand-Buying for Beginners

--Based on the world of Harry Potter--
*note that this content was not authorized by the author or publisher, and is simply from my imagination*

Henry strolled slowly into the wandshop. You wouldn't be able to tell he was a wizard just by looking at him, but his blue eyes held more secrets than just a propensity for magic. Once inside, Henry was glad he'd left his non-magical parents at home; this new, frightening world of magic and wizardry would have only set them apart farther. It'd been at least thirty years since the death of Lord Voldemort, and in the years since that fateful day, Ollivander had decided to take a long break, leaving his wandshop temporarily in the care of his great-niece, a young witch named Claudia. Claudia was not the wisest of witches, but she did have a young, naive flare that, as family, Ollivander could not turn away. She didn't know what she'd gotten into when she'd decided to run the wandshop.  Henry's first glimpse of the witch was sprawled out on the floor after she'd run into him and dropped the stack of wandboxes she'd been carrying.


"My goodness! I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't see you there. Here, let me help you up." Claudia extended her hand to him to pull him up off the cold stone floor. Henry gratefully took it and started to stand up. On his feet again, Henry started to browse around the store, his eyes trying to loop around endless shelves.
"Sir, why don't you let me assist you." Claudia stated plainly. She walked across the shop to a row of shelves in the back that looked identical to all of the others and snatched up an enormous stack of boxes. The massive pile rose up over her head, blocking her face and causing her to sway with every step. She finally got to the front of the store, and set them down on her desk, the top three falling over inevitably. She didn't bother to pick them up off the ground, but started to open the top box, pulling out a stick that Henry assumed was a wand. 
"Try this one out: eight and a half inches, beechwood and phoenix feather" She commanded, duly handing the wand to Henry. Henry took it in his right hand and swooshed it in the air a bit, but sadly nothing happened.
"It's not worki--" Henry was abruptly cut off by the witch,
"Then it's not meant for you. Great Uncle Ollie always says that the wand chooses the wizard, and I suppose maybe that's true, but I say that it's like trying on shoes. If one wand doesn't fit you, there's always another one out there that will." Wands choosing wizards, trying on shoes, possessing magical powers: it was all making Henry's head spin. 
"Try this one, it's hippogriff feather and ash." She instructed, giving Henry the wand before he could process her request. He did the same as he had with the wand before, except this time, instead of nothing, the tip of the stick began to glow. Claudia smiled, "That's the one." she announced grabbing the wandbox to look at the inside. 
"That would be ten galleons please." she hummed. Henry, confusedly grabbed about 60 pounds from his wallet-- his mother had insisted he take at least 120 pounds since they didn't know how costly magical items would be. Claudia frowned, then after examining the money for a minute, came to a conclusion. 
"Sir... um Mr..."
"Talbot, I'm Henry Talbot" he informed her.
"Mr. Talbot, I would suggest you acquire some wizard currency before you decide to keep shopping here. Most vendors do not accept muggle money. I will make an exception for you just this once, but you'd best stop by Gringotts soon; they will most likely be able to convert this... paper to wizard coins." She then handed him back an extra five pounds change and his newly-bought wand.