The Wandmaker's Workshop

Welcome to the beginning of your magical journey. You have felt your whole life leading up to this very moment.

As you walk anxiously down the stone-paved road, you see it: the Wandmaker’s Workshop. A faint yellow light spills from the windows onto the grey stone street ahead. You feel your pace quicken as you approach, eagerness taking hold of you.

Inside, old, dusty shelves are lined with boxes and bags. Some have wand pieces sticking out, while others are covered in a thick velvet of dust.

As you push open the door, a worn silver bell rings overhead. Somewhere in the back, you hear a ruckus.

“Who’s there?” an old, raspy voice calls out.

“I… it’s me,” is all your suddenly dry mouth can manage.

“Ah! I wondered when I would be seeing you!” the wandmaker exclaims. “Come,” he says, ushering you inside.

The wandmaker catches you gazing around the room at all the wands. You feel your excitement grow, wondering which one you will choose.

“I cannot simply give you a wand, nor can you simply choose it,” the wandmaker states matter-of-factly. “First, we must discover your magic and let the wand choose you.”

He smiles as he holds out his hand for you to take.

“Take your time. There are no right or wrong answers on this journey, only discovery. The path you choose will tell its own story.”