Cat moved to the back, by what she had said earlier it seemed that she had her wand already. Zelric waited patiently for his turn, and watched amused as Giren tried wands. Or the wands tried him perhaps...Either way it didn't seem to be working so far. He saw the wand fly from Giren's hand and close to his shoe, he stared at it with interest, the way it shone softly. He was about to pick it up and return it to the counter when Giren's wand gave out some sparks and then the next one gave a fart. He chuckled amused, while hoping that didn't meant the unicorn hair had died...He had hear they were delicate.<br/><br/>Zelric had to avert his eyes when one of the wands shone brightly in a green hue, it seemed to be a success in Ollivander's opinion. He wondered about the core his uncle had told him about some rare woods and cores, since his wand was made in Japan and not by Ollivander. "Congratulations on findig yours." He smiled at Giren and remembered the wand on the ground. He picked it up and felt a soft welcoming warmth instantly. The white light remained on the tip for a few seconds before a small white flame danced happily of the tip and disappeared. He looked at it amused and then at Ollivander's. "Can this be mine?" He said before biting his tongue, it was the wand who chose the mage and not the other way around.<br/><br/>"It did fly towards you and seems to fit perfectly. It is your wand now, Phoenix core and Elder wood, 10 inches, bendy. It is a wood fit for great mages and great things, yet it will only remain with a mage that fits that proves worthy. And as you have seen, phoenix feathers tend to be independent thinkers." Zelric listened to Ollivander and frowned slightly, he hoped to be good enough... No, he knew he would. He'd study hard and practice, make himself 'worthy'. He just feel comfortable with the wand.