Rachel fiddled with her hands as she waited to be served. Her mother, clutching her new too-big robes that she'd apparently "grow into", sat near the window. She'd told Rachel that this time she had to do it alone, because wands were a personal thing. Rachel could feel her chest tighten with anxiety- what if she said something wrong? Or broke a wand, or something else? What if they ran out of wands just as they got to her and she had to enter Hogwarts with nothing-
She closed her eyes and took a breath. She was overthinking again. It would be fine. Mother had promised that if she did this on her own, then the last shop they had to visit- the pet shop- would be absolutely 100% her own choice on what to get. That was what she focused on while waiting to be measured, biting her lip with nerves.
Rachel jumped as the measuring tape swung toward her, stiffening as it measured all her body parts. She felt herself going red and uncomfortable. She just wanted a wand. Why was this necessary?

Julia: Diagon Alley is now closed to students. However we will PM you your wand result.

Tegz: You have been PM'd!