"Rather thicker than one usually sees... quite rigid... Ten and a quarter inches... Avis!" The hornbeam wand let off a blast like a gun, and a number of small, twittering birds flew out of the end, and through the open window into the watery sunlight. "Good." Mr Ollivander mumbled, handing Krum back his wand. "Mr Potter, please step up." Harry got to his feet and walked past Krum to Mr Ollivander. He handed over his wand. Once Harry's wand was evaluated and redeemed as fit Ollivander eyed Alani. "Miss Riddle, please step up and show me your wand." he asked. Alani stood up and pulled out her wand, it was beautifully carved out, it had a red blinking dragons full-body at the tip, this blinking dragon was wrapped around a yellow orb with a smaller dragon inside it, this dragon actually flew. "Magnificent, I do not recognize the maker of this wand, who made this?" Mr Ollivander asked curiously. "I made it." Alani responded, Bagman was on the edge of his seat, Rita Skeeter jotted this down. "When?" Mr Ollivander questioned. "When I was Nine, it contains a feather from my pet Phoenix, a unicorn hair from a unicorn that took a liking to me and the core of a dragon, which my uncle gifted me. It's made from flexible elder wood, and it's eight inches long." Alani described her wand. Everyone was impressed, especially Harry, he couldn't believe that he and Alani were the same age, or that she was younger than him by a few days, she would be the youngest in his year if she was actually a Fourth year. 