The very first thing I wanted to do after I got my letter was get a wand. Of course I had been obsessing over every aspect of magic since an owl landed in my breakfast.
The only problem was I was already an outsider. See my family and I just moved to London from Wisconsin so it was all very new....and scary.
Not that I was acting very scared. I just walked into a medieval street in jeans, a faded t-shirt, and a camouflage hat acting like I had done this a million times. Although I didn't have to talk to anyone.
My poker face slipped away when I saw some boys in the shop staring each other down. They seemed to tower over me. Should I lay low OR pick my head up and act like I knew what I was doing?
Wait!!!! I should probably stop staring at them before they say something to me. I practically crawled over to the display of wands. They were amazing; all sizes and colors. I would have started drooling had I not been so scared.
Ok, calm down. I told myself. Here, look a quiz just answer the questions and you'll be fine. Brielle, you always aced tests even if you didn't study. Ok, breath in and out.

See, the quiz is over and you submitted it. You are fine. Now what?