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Felixir 
Ah, now here was a face Zeke had seen before. He had a memory for names and faces (surprisingly useful in his line of work), though sometimes it took a little longer to place the exact context in which he'd seen them. This boy, though, he was sure he'd noticed milling around the shop from time to time in the past. It wasn't common, but it wasn't that unusual either. More often he recognised the kids from their having spent years (not all at once, mind you) pressing their noses against his otherwise very clean windows in order to peer inside.
"Hello there, young man," Zeke greeted the boy with a smile. "Today's the day, then, hmm? Let's give you some wands to try out then, why don't we?"
Because he'd consulted the measurements between sips of coffee which was, again, safely tucked away under the counter, and sought out the best one or two candidates, plus a wild card. It was from this selection that he chose one wand box and lifted the cover, turning to present the wand inside to the boy. "Give it a wave, and tell me what you think, sound good?"[/color]
He had visited Diagon Alley several times since discovering he possessed the same magical gift as his mother when he was about six years old. And going to the wand shop had become something of a ritual. But this time, instead of looking in through the windows, he was getting his own wand!
Sohrin returned the shopkeeper's smile before turning to face his mother, hoping she was watching him as he waited for the shopkeeper to hand him a wand to try. The eleven-year-old stood on his tiptoes, peering over the counter to see him pick a few boxes and reached for the wand.
"Okay," he said nervously, waving the wand in the air.
Sohrin had expected boxes to fly off the shelves, to break the store's windows, or to turn the counter into a sheep with the amount of accidents and bad luck he usually had. However, none of this happened; instead, an overwhelmingly positive feeling washed over him, and the boy smiled.
"It's like meeting an old friend again"he said as if he was an old man himself.
"What kind of wand is this?" he asked, the more he examined it, the less he desired to part ways with it.
"Do wands have names, Mr.Shopkeeper?" And if they did, how did he find the name of his wand?!