19. Wand

“Eleven point six inches long, Oak wood, and Phoenix Feather core... give it a wave,” said Ollivander's shop assistant from behind the counter.
Emily took the sleek wand into her tiny palm and stared at it. Why couldn't she just pick the most POWERFUL one? Huh?!

Once she was satisfied with looking at the minuscule engravings along the side of the wand, Emily flourished her wand arm in the air. A ribbon of fire escaped the wands tip, perfectly controlled and harmless in appearance.
“How'd it feel?” asked the shop assistant for the HUNDRETH time.

“It was... great.”