Paxton nodded at the mans words, his eyes focused intently on the wands packed on the shelves behind the shopkeep, “Yes, sir. My father wanted to come with me,” Paxton said shyly, turning back to Herbert briefly before turning back to Mr. Ollivander, “I hope that’s okay. He’s a ghost,” the boy said proudly.
He wasn’t really sure what to expect though the man seemed nice enough and to know that if anything were to go wrong, Paxton’s father was right behind him even if he was more ethereal than helpful at present.
“I’m going to be going to Hogwarts soon, I think.” Paxton spoke up once again, “So I do need a wand. Don't wands pick the wizard? Is there anything I need to do?”
He wasn’t really sure what to expect though the man seemed nice enough and to know that if anything were to go wrong, Paxton’s father was right behind him even if he was more ethereal than helpful at present.
“I’m going to be going to Hogwarts soon, I think.” Paxton spoke up once again, “So I do need a wand. Don't wands pick the wizard? Is there anything I need to do?”