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Entering the wand shop, Bruce was met with a dark and dimly lit atmosphere.

The main lobby was rather small but behind the counter were rows and rows of shelves filled with long thin boxes, presumably holding wands.

Walking up to the counter, Bruce looked in the back for any employees but found none.

When Alfred and Professor McGonagall made it inside, the stern Professor walked to the counter and tapped a bell a few times.

*ding ding ding*

“Garrick Ollivander! Get out here. I don’t have time to play around like this for every student I bring!” She yells towards the back of the shop.

A moment later, a disappointed and unsatisfied Garrick Ollivander stood up from behind the counter, causing Bruce and Alfred to look at him questionably.

Garrick Ollivander looks to be in his 70s with messy white/grey hair and was dressed in an old suit from the 1800s.

‘What’s with wizards and these old-style clothes? Do they not know that the world has moved on?’ Alfred thought.

“Must you ruin everything, Minerva?” Garrick asks with a frown.

“Yes, especially when it’s pointless and inconveniences me.” The stern witch replies with annoyance.

This certainly isn’t the first time an interaction like this has happened. Minerva has gone through this for many of the students she brings to this shop.

If Garrick wasn’t the best wandmaker in Britain, and arguably one of the best in the world, then she would avoid this shop like the plague.

“Sigh, It seems like yesterday that happy little girl was in my shop buying her first wand, yet here you are today, stern and devoid of fun...” the old man laments.

This only causes Professor McGonagall to humph in annoyance and frustration.

“May we focus on why we’re here?” Alfred tries to steer the conversation away from the incurring argument.

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea.” Minerva agrees and motions toward Bruce.

“Hello, how do I get a wand?” Bruce asks the old man across the counter.

“Hmm, let me see your hands.” Garrick asks and Bruce complies. “Right-handed, huh?”

“Uhh, yeah.” Bruce wondered how he could figure that out with just a look.

Studying Bruce’s hands carefully, Olivander mutters to himself a bit and then walks to the back of the shop.

“Ah. Here we are!” Garrick calls out and rushes back to the counter with a long box in hand.

Opening the box, the old wandmaker pushes the open box towards Bruce’s side of the counter.

Bruce picked up the wand inside, but nothing happens. He didn’t even feel a bit of his magic. Not like he’s ever felt it before though.

“Well, give it a wave.” Minerva instructs as she’s been through this multiple times.

Bruce gave the wand a wave as instructed. This causes most of the boxes to come flying out of the shelves and even one of the shelves fell over.

Finally feeling and seeing his magic, a smile couldn’t help but creep its way into Bruce's face. This is what he’s been waiting for.

“Maybe not...” Ollivander snatches the wand from the excited student's grasp and gets another box from the back. “Perhaps this?”

This continued for almost an hour as Bruce and Ollivander went through almost every wand in the shop.

Although this would annoy any other salesperson, Garrick Ollivander was not perturbed in the slightest. In fact, his excitement only grew with every failed wand pairing.

“Hmm, maybe that would work?” He mutters to himself as he walks to a door in the back and goes down some stairs.

“Is this supposed to be like this?” Alfred asks the stern witch beside him.

“The wand chooses the wizard, so sometimes it takes longer to find a match. Ollivander calls them tricky customers. He’s loving this so don’t worry.” She explains as the aged wand maker returns with an old and dusty box.

“Try this one.” He says and slides the box over with anticipation.

Opening the box himself, Bruce sees a thin ash grey wand with a slight curve and an intricate handle, which seems to be designed to fit the grooves of a hand.

Immediately, Bruce really liked this wand. The others were alright but this one matched the image of what his wand should look like when he imagined it.

Hoping that this would be the one, Bruce takes hold of the wand with just as much anticipation as Ollivander. No sooner after he touched it, Bruce and the wand begin to glow.

Soon, a light comes pouring out of the wand and a ghostly bone horse with large bat-like wings appears before everyone. Dipping its head slightly towards Bruce, the ghastly winged horse disappears, sucked back into the wand in Bruce’s hand.

While everyone was surprised, clapping could be heard from behind the counter.

*clap clap clap*

“Truly magnificent.” Ollivander exclaims with an accomplished smile on his face. “What’s your name boy?”

“Bruce Wayne.” He answers absentmindedly as he’s still captivated by the feeling of being connected to a wand. ‘This is amazing. I can feel my magic so clearly now...’

“Hmm, I’ll remember it. You’re meant for great things Mr. Wayne. Hopefully not as great and terrible as ‘You Know Who’, of course.” Garrick comments with an ounce of dread in his voice.

‘You Know Who?’ Alfred thought in confusion, but everyone seemed to move on with the conversation before he could voice his question.

“That wand is made with a Thestral tail hair core and Yew wood. Yew wands will find their ideal match with the unusual and notorious and are reputed to give its user the power of life and death. Thestral tail hair is regarded as an unstable, if not the most difficult, substance to use in wand-making. It is potent, but a tricky core to master. It’s said that only a witch or wizard who is capable of accepting death can master such a wand.” Ollivander explains, causing everyone in the room to look at Bruce with pity.

‘What could make such a young child accept death?’ Garrick thought curiously.

Alfred and Minerva already know about what happened to Bruce’s parents so they thought that could be the reason, but Bruce wasn’t so sure.

‘Maybe this is because I reincarnated and the body was dead before I took over?’ Bruce wasn’t sure but it seemed to make the most sense.

“How much for the wand?”

(A/N: Another chapter will be out sooner or later. Gotta eat first and I’ll start writing again.)