Ron looked at the wand Ollivander had put in front of him, the dark brown wood seemed to shine as the wand had clearly been well kept, it looked expensive, elegant, there was no marks on the wood, no cravings or engravings and as he picked it up it fit perfectly in his hand and even before he could wave it around, his magic roared to life. Like an inferno burning through his body it poured from his hand and into the wand and firing out the end in a torrent of crimson fire, luckily it didn't seem to burn anything just heating up the room and providing a lot of light but Ron's instincts kicked in and he waved the wand around trying to get the fire to stop, this caused it to be flung across the room.