A wand.

Just a teeensy, little, SINGULAR wand.

That was what Kiera Burton wished she could be leaving this old shop with very soon but rules were rules: no wand until she was headed to Hogwarts next year—SHE GUESSED. Huff.

Her mother had sent her off to this shop after being pestered all through the HOURS they had spent in Florish and Blotts while she shopped for her tawdry romance novels she loved so much. Kiera didn’t even want to think about that mess and had wanted to do something, anything else. Her mum finally told her she could go on her own while she made her way to the counter with her teetering stack of literary filth, just as long as she didn’t go more than a few stores away.

After entering the wand shop and registering the tinkling bell overhead, Kiera looked around with eyes as wide as saucers. There were so many. Would the witch or wizard working notice if one disappeared? Or would the obviously ancient and gnarled old wandmaker themselves burst from their hiding place and lock her up and make her sort feathers and unicorn hairs for the rest of her natural life??

Alas, no. Larceny was not on the table for today.

She instead inspected the catalog board and peered interestedly at the small list of books on wand care and history.