There's no amount of time taken that would be sufficient enough to describe how Talon felt. He had spent so long listening to his aunt's stories and feeling so under utilized because of them. He had felt so hollow in every victory, every good grade, and every complete project. 

[center]Now, none of that mattered[/center]

	He was given something rare in the moment that he and his aunt had stepped into Diagon Alley. He had been proven right that he was meant for something more. As he looked around at the teeming mass of students, parents and passer-bys (all of them witches and wizards); he fought back tears. He was as happy, in that moment, as he could ever remember and this was just the beginning. He grinned ear to ear and grabbed his aunt firmly by her left hand then took off practically sprinting. Miss Misty, his aunt, had an inkling that this would happen. The look on his face had brought a broad smile to hers and, yes, perhaps a tear or two. She had noticed how frustrated the young Vynn had been becoming over the past year or so. It had left her in quite a funk herself. Having known of the world he had belonged to and never being able to out right tell him or show him, it was quite frustrating. At present that all mattered very little to her. It was finally the day she had hoped for him for so long and the only thing tarnishing it was her own ill made decision to wear shoes with even the smallest hint of a heel. keeping up with Talon would be here small miracle for the day. 

	So many shops were laid out before him that he simply couldn't make up his mind. Sure, there was a list and yeah, he only had so much time but none of those things held any weight on his mind at present. Thankfully, when he had finally made his choice, it had been the wand makers shop he had practically tumbled into. The poor woman he was dragging, a one Miss Aunt Misty, was quite disheveled by this point and might have been cross were she not laughing so hard. The two of them made quite the team. If Ollivander had been off put by their noisy entrance, then he hadn't shown it.

	[color=f7941d]"Welcome, young sir. Looking for your first wand?"[/color]

	Talon had been eyeing the towering walls of wands and his face had snapped forward to face the man now speaking to him.

	[color=00aeef]"Yes, sir. More then I can say!"[/color]

	He had barely been able to get the words out he was so excited. Ollivander smiled and began to pass his hand over many different wand boxes.

	[color=f7941d]"So, tell me a little about yours-"[/color]

	His request had been interrupted by a falling wand box. It had been very near to the top of the stack and fell squarely at Ollivander's feet. [i]This[/i] did surprise him but he didn't speak a word when he set the box to rest on the counter in front of Talon. All the boy could do was stare down at it, face alite with an impossibly wide grin. He reached down carefully and lifted the lid off of the slim box. In it laid a wand fashioned of a very bright wood. As Talon reached to it with his right hand it seemed to leap into his hand as he was just about to grab it.

	[color=00aeef]"Did...?"[/color]

	He shook his head and examined the wand closely, wonder playing clearly across his face. Ollivander let out a soft chuckle and made a flicking motion with his wrist.

	[color=f7941d]"Go ahead, follow my lead and give it a flick."[/color]

	Talon didn't need to be told twice and it only took once. He made a quick snapping motion with his wrist, like cracking a whip and a single spark jutted out, as it did a single shrill note accompanied it. He was far too impressed with what had just happened to be startled but it had definitely scared his aunt. She had jumped back and covered her head. Ollivander simply made an act of cleaning his ears with his forefinger, obviously decades of doing the job left him immune to such surprises.

	[color=00aeef]"Is that good? Do we match?"[/color]

	His aunt had filled him in on a few of the workings of the wizarding world and what his first few days would look like. She had told him of wands and their semi-intelligence and that his picking a wan would be different then almost anyone else before him. There was something else to the whole situation though. He couldn't put his finger on it but he could feel a sort of warmth coming from the wand and he felt the same way he would being near a close friend.

	[color=f7941d]"That is good!"[/color]

	Ollivander was happy to see another child happy and the smile he wore was one you could tell he was all too familiar with.

	[color=f7941d]"That wand hasn't seen a hand in quite sometime and the few instances it did were fruitless."[/color]

	He took a quick look at the wand and nodded quickly.

	[color=f7941d]"Hornbeam, twelve and a quarter... phoenix feather."[/color]

	Ollivander smiled again and leaned over the counter a bit.

	[color=f7941d]"Enjoy your first year. Keep your wand well."[/color]

	All Talon could do was nod, the event that had just taken place was almost too much for his young heart to handle. It was all beginning to sink in and he was starting to truly believe that he was, in fact, a wizard; or could be some day. 

	They wrapped up their visit to Ollivanders and walked through the front door back out into Diagon alley. His aunt had just put her purse away when she leaned forward and spoke closely to him.

	[color=ec008c]"Let's head to the Robe-ery. While you're fitted I can grab some of these miscellaneous items."[/color]

	He still hadn't taken his eyes off of the wand box that he was clutching to his chest like a newborn child. All he could do was nod and follow after his aunt as she lead him to get his robes. Once they arrived at Madame Malkins' Robes she had to practically push him inside and she hurried off to collect most, if not all, of the smaller things on his list. He had stood by the door way for what seemed like a long time before realizing where he was. The shock of obtaining something he had only believed to be in the realm of fairy tales for so long had begun to wane, if only partially, and he settled himself into one of the corners of the store while a small group of kids took their turn with the shop keep. IT would seem that he wasn't the only first year in the store at the moment getting a few uniforms.