Nick picked wand after wand in Ollivander's shop. His mother in her frumpy puffy dress sat expectantly upon the fancy chair while his father paced back and forth. " Nick things are never simple with you are they" said his father in an annoyed voice.
"Please Mr Porpington, it takes others alot longer than this sometimes" said the old wandmaker "Nearly everyone at Ollivanders tries nearly everyone of Ollivander's".
Nick picked and flicked a light wooded wand and pink and blue sparks flared out of the end.
"I believe my work here is done" said the old Ollivander in a satisfied voice.