I’ll gladly take a chance to be out of this shop sooner, as Ollivander still hasn’t blinked and I’m seriously wondering what kind of eldritch being he is. Words on the page did not do him justice, he’s much more unsettling in person. I close my eyes and reach out with my magic, trying to feel out the wands around me. There are thousands of them, and rather than try to listen to each one I just let my magic go and see if any jumps out at me. My magic seems to click with one wand in particular, and I hold up a hand and grab its box with my magic, carrying it to me, before opening my eyes.