He went to the back again and came out with another box. It was a bit more worn than the others and looked like it hadn’t been touched in a while. "I’ve had this wand for a while and it has yet to find an owner, but I always like to say the wand chooses the wizard." He pulled out the wand. I expected it to look either very grand or very old, but it was rather unremarkable. White, covered in what looked like brown scratches with the handle defined by a brown, raised ring a third of the way from the bottom.