I Am Not Harry Potter

The store is filled with boxes. An old man enters from the back, and asks you a lot of questions. After getting measured you try out a lot of wands. You start to get nervous. What if you never get a wand? Luckily the next, an ash and phoenix feather wand, happens to like you. The lights flicker and a summer breeze blows by. Your wand is slightly yielding and nine and fourteen inches. Unfortunately you took so long that your parents want to go home and you don't get to buy anything else.