Corrigan wiggled her way into the shop, ignoring the exasperated noise that came from above and below her. She hadn't wanted her siblings to come with her, since they weren't going to Hogwarts, but at least her older siblings were being busy shopping the non-magic shops like Florean Fortesque's. Not so her younger brother, who'd been bothering her all morning with talk of how he was going to be a magician when he grew up and wanted to see what real wands were like.

Fortunately, her father salvaged the situation with a suggestion that he take her brother to the joke shop, leaving Corrigan free to enter the wand shop all by herself.

Deep breaths. It wasn't like this was going to decide the fate of her spellcasting life except that it totally was. Deep breath in, one, two, three, four. Exhale out, one, two, three, four. Well, that didn't help. Time to go back to the old standby: Charge!

Corrigan walked over to the measuring area and gave the temperamental-looking measuring tape a glare as it snapped itself at her and began to take her measurements. When it went to measure her nostrils (for whatever arcane reason), she gave a sharp intake of air and briefly sucked a portion of the tape up her nose. Ha!

...and then winced as the tape pulled itself out and smacked her on the tip of her nose. She supposed she'd deserved it, but still. Ow.


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