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. It's time to go home.