After a thorough grilling from his Mum about making her worry, Nico ran off to get his supplies.

After making the rounds and getting his robes (it had been awkward when he had to pull up his sleeves, his arms were covered in scars he couldn't explain), books (there was way too many books), a cauldron, and a few bits and bobs, he went to get the thing he left till last: a wand.

The note he'd been left with said he should wait till eleven to get his own wand. He'd tried a few simple spells on Charlie's wand when he'd let him, but that wasn't the same as having his own wand.

Nico was nervous, he'd heard that getting a wand was quite an experience, whatever that meant. This was going to change his life, from now on he'd finally be learning real magic.

So there was Nico, standing outside of the rundown looking shop called Ollivanders, trying to produce enough courage to open the door, when a voice behind him said, "You gonna open it or not?"

Nico jumped. Then the person laughed.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm nervous about getting my wand, too."

Nico didn't turn around to face the person to respond. He just grumbled defensively, "Nervous? I'm not nervous. Who said I was nervous?"

He heard the boy snort in response. He was really starting to dislike this stranger, even though he hadn't even seen their face.

He gripped the handle and pulled open the door.

Inside there was a small, square room with shelves lining every wall reaching all the way to the ceiling. The shelves were all packed with uneven boxes of wands hastily shoved in.

The two boys stood by the entrance in silence and Nico decided to finally look at the prick who'd been rude to him outside.

Nico turned and made eye contact with the stranger.

The boy had golden blonde hair, tan skin, and sky-blue eyes. Nico clutched his forehead as he felt a sudden pang of familiarity. No, more than that. He had the strange urge to lurch forward and hug this stranger and tell them his whole life story. What the actual fuck? I was just thinking about how I hated this guy a minute ago! He thought to himself.

The stranger seemed to be having somewhat of a similar issue, because he furrowed his eyebrows and whispered. "Do I know you? Because I swear I feel like I've met you before, I just can't remember when."

Nico was about to respond when a man popped up from behind the counter and said "Hello there boys."

We both jumped and turned to see an old man with wide, pale eyes staring at us intently.

"Oh! Interesting, yes, very interesting. Light and dark. Sun and moon. Come here the both of ye."

They both walked forward as the man, presumably Ollivander, pulled out a measuring tape.

"You," he pointed at Nico, "walk forward. Which arm is your wand arm?" he asked.

"Erm- right I think." He said, and Ollivander grabbed his arm and started taking measurements- what for Nico wasn't sure. How the hell did how tall he was indicate what wand he needed?

When he finally finished, he motioned to the blond boy to step forward. Nico turned to switch spots with him, and while he was walking past, their shoulders brushed, sending a shiver up Nico's arm.

Will answered the same question and stood motionless as Ollivander measured him.

"Hm.." he said, grabbing a box from a shelf and handing the wand inside to Nico.

"Holly, 12 inches long, unicorn hair core, springy." he said.

Hestood there, unsure of what to do. "Come on," he said. "Give it a whirl!"

He swished the wand. A window shattered.

"Oh! I know, I know." He muttered as he snatched the wand away from Nico, seeming unfazed by the shattered window. He turned away and grabbed two boxes. He handed one wand to Nico and said, "Elderwood and phoenix feather core. Thirteen and a half inches. Fairly flexible. Give a try."

Nico grasped the white-wooded wand comfortably, the groves and bumps settling under his palm. At the bottom there was a skull carved like his ring. Not creepy at all.

He flicked the wand. Immediately the windows fogged up and the candles and lights flickered out, casting the shop into a dark gloom.

Ollivander clapped his hands together giddily like an excited kid. "Yes, yes. That is definitely the right one. Now when things get interesting. Come here boy," he thrust the other wand he was holding into the blond boys hands. The wand was a light tan colour with lines and swirls that seemed to be extending from a small engraved sun near the bottom of the wand.

"Rowan wood and phoenix feather core. Fourteen inches. Quite springy."

The boy copied the way Nico had flicked the wand and he suddenly started to glow a faint yellow. He glowed brighter and brighter until Nico had to look away or risk going blind. When he stopped glowing, the gloomy atmosphere that I had made left the shop, leaving it more or less the same as it was when they'd come in.
They'd balanced each other out.

Oleander looked like he was going to explode. "My my. I haven't seen such powerful opposites in many years. But yet, you're so similar." When they both looked confused at this, he explained. "You see, you have rowan wood" he said pointing at the blond, "and you have elder wood," he pointed to Nico. Nico still didn't get it. " Elder wands almost always feel a powerful affinity with those chosen by rowan. Also, the phoenix feather in both of your cores comes from the same phoenix,"

How this was relevant, Nico wasn't sure. "Anyway, I hope you both get to know each other and get along, such extreme raw power could make quite the power couple," When he said this, Nico felt his face flush. Who did this old man think he was? Power couple? "Because, when powerful people find powerful foes, destruction ensues. Ok, eight galleons for each!"

Nico reached into his purse, paid, and left without looking at the other boy, why should he bother being nice, rowan wand rubbish or not it's not like Nico would ever see him again! As Nico walked out of the shop he could feel the burning gaze of Sunshine-boy. 

100 words hardly counts as a chapter, but eh.