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Felixir 
"You next!" Zeke's voice preceded him to his next customer, whom he now approached with a bright smile on his face. "Let's see what we can do for you, hm?"
Zeke looked over this girl's measurements, all recorded by his trusty enchanted parchment and quill, which lived on the counter close to the work zone of the measuring tape. "Mhm, mhm... yes, I see." He looked up at the girl again, and added, "Excuse me just a moment."
And then Zeke was off, seeking out a particular wand on a particular shelf. Given his filing system, it was the work of only a few moments. He came back soon enough, bearing a wand box, of which he soon relieved of its lid. "Here we are. Now, take this wand, give it a wave, and tell me what you think," Zeke said, holding out the box so that his customer could take and test out the wand that lived inside it. As with all his customers, he was ready and braced for whatever potential magic the wand might choose to discharge.
Greer stared at the box. What if no wand picked her .. what if they were wrong and she wasn't really a witch. There was a million what if's running through her head .. all the while she was competely unsure what she was suppose to do.
"Do I just pick it up?" She asked gingerly.
Taking a deep breath, Greer picked up the wand. She didn't feel anything in particular. Not great sense of being, but then again, who knew what one was suppose to feel picking up a magical wand when one didn't know that magic even existed a fortnight ago.
"Now what?" Greer asked, and as if out of instict she gave the want a wave and started the quill near the register on fire.
"OH NO!!! I'M SO SORRY" Greer sreeched, mortified by what she had done.
"FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed again dancing around trying to figure out what to do.