[ EU ] `` The wand chooses the wizard ... it 's not always clear why , '' Mr. Ollivander said . Unfortunately for this young wizard no wand wanted to choose them .

`` I do n't understand...'' Tameeka sputtered. 
 
 They'd been there for hours, had tried every single wand in the entire store. But not one had chosen the girl. 
 
 On the brink of years Tameeka sat in an old dusty armchair. 
 
 Ollivander did not seem overly concerned. Rather, he seemed overjoyed. 
 
 `` Why are you happy. I'm distraught. How can I ever go to Hogwarts with no wand?'' said the girl, her two little puffs of hair coated in dust, robes as well. 
 
 Her mum kissed her forehead, unsure of what to do. 
 
 `` Oh my child. All is not lost. On the contrary. Things are just beginning.'' 
 
 Olivander shuffled between the boxes and moved toward the back room, a curtained-off area, behind two tall wooden cases. 
 
 `` Come now. Mum and child.'' 
 
 Tameeka and her mum followed. 
 
 They pushed aside the burgundy drapes. The little girl gasped. 
 
 There was wood everywhere. Of all types. Yew. Cypress. Oak. Cedar. And jars filled with all manner of materials. Feathers. Scales. Talons. Sinew. Tendrils. 
 
 `` What's all this? Why have you brought me to your workshop sir?'' 
 
 `` My dear, but you are a budding wandmaker.'' 
 
 `` I'm a... wandmaker?'' Tameeka said, scrunching her nose. 
 
 `` Oh yes. When a wizard is not chosen by a wand, it means that particular wand does not yet exist. And all wandmakers are thus chosen very few times in history when the previous is at his life's end.'' 
 
 `` But you are fine!'' Tameeka replied, shocked. 
 
 `` After the Dark Lord captured me, I lost much in the way of health. I am old. And reaching my apex of existence. Do not be sad my dear. We all expire in time. In time. But alas, wands must be made. As such, you will be my apprentice.'' 
 
 `` Your apprentice!'' exclaimed Tameeka. 
 
 `` But how?'' asked Felicia, her mum. 
 
 `` You will come to my workshop three times out of the week from Hogwarts. And you will learn from me personally. In fact, today is your first lesson. Today, you will make a wand. Please, choose the wood and core that call to you.'' 
 
 Tameeka, wide eyed, wandered around the sawdust coated room. She looked through the wavy glass jars in wonder. Eventually her eyes fell upon a long piece of iridescent material. She pulled the jar. Inside was a dragonfly wing. Ollivander's eyes crinkled. 
 
 Next she grabbed a 15 cm block of maple burl. Its ridges and knots made her snicker. They rather reminded her of Mr. Ollivander. 
 
 She smiled at her bounty. 
 
 He led her to the table, where carving tools sat at the ready. 
 
 `` By hand?'' she said, surprised. 
 
 `` Oh yes. Now. Let us begin...'' 
 

