The first year at Hogwarts is one many former students will tell you is probably the most eventful of them all. Wands, perhaps a pet, books, amongst other items, are all requirements that linger in the back of ones mind.

You, George, and your young daughter were out shopping for this particular instance. You've already bought brand new robes, books, and even a small barn owl.

All that was left is her wand.

"Sweetheart, trust me. You will get a wonderful wand once we get there."

George sighed as he observed his daughter and listened to her woes intently. He held her hand as you walked through Diagon alley, maneuvering through the crowd.

Poor thing had always been a bit of a worry wart.

"Well-.. I'm not getting a hand-me-down are I-?" She muttered, almost as if she were trying to come up with an argument.

"Ah, now there's nothing wrong with hand-me-downs. You're wearin' your brother's sweatshirt right now!"

George seemed to laugh as he shook his head, his hand reaching down to ruffle up her hair.

Soon enough, you stood just outside Olivanders.