He knew he couldn't buy a wand yet. He knew that he was only ten years old but Dorian still entered the wand shop in the hope that they thought he was older than ten and that he'd get a wand for his own already.

But he soon chickened out on the idea and moved towards some chairs he had seen near the entrance and sat one of the big ones, his feet dangling in the air. The boy sat there, watching with jealousy in his eyes as students who were old enough come in and try out their new wands.

He wanted to do magic too! Maybe someone was kind enough to let him try? It couldn't hurt right? But that meant he had to ask, which he did not like. DILEMMA!