"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, how very nice to see you both. You must be here to buy your daughter's first wand," Ollivander said, greeting the adults warmly. "Good afternoon, everyone. I hope you don't mind, but I've been put in charge of the matching process as part of my apprenticeship. Please be patient if I take a little longer than expected," Julian said in a polite, professional tone. The younger members of the family looked deeply conflicted, as though they were worried Julian might deliberately match Ginny with the wrong wand to get back at them for the cold treatment they had given him, even though he had technically helped them.
Julian caught on to that immediately and pulled out his license for what felt like the hundredth time. "I am a professional, so none of you need to worry about me letting personal matters affect my work. If I were to make that sort of mistake, I assure you Mr. Ollivander would remove me from this shop immediately," he said in a reassuring voice. The entire family turned to look at Ollivander, and the old man nodded with a calm smile that helped them relax. Julian was not lying either, since he carried out his work exactly as he was supposed to without the slightest strange behavior.
Ginny herself, however, was horribly embarrassed, because part of the process involved carefully measuring the witch or wizard who was getting the wand before making calculations about how they were likely to grow. The reason for that was simple. A person with unusually short limbs as an adult should not end up with a wand that felt awkwardly large in their hands, nor should a tall person be stuck with one that was too small. Because of that, things like wingspan, neck length, height, and posture all had to be properly measured and factored into the final calculations.
After that came the more interesting part, when Julian had to work through different cores and woods in certain ranges of length until he found the correct match. What he had not known, however, was that Ollivander had played a small trick. The old man had switched out the wand he himself had made from its box and replaced it with a wand of the same material that Julian had made using one of Dusk's shed feathers. It was a yew wand, eleven and a quarter inches long, swishy, and best suited for charms.
Julian did not even have time to react when Ginny opened the box and gave the wand the same little swish she had done with the others, and a burst of red sparks shot from it in acknowledgment. Julian went pale at the sight, and the family immediately noticed and looked worried until Ollivander spoke up. "Oh? Now this is an interesting result," he said, looking thoroughly entertained. "What do you mean?" Molly Weasley asked, clearly hoping someone would explain what was happening. "You see, that particular wand was made not by me, but by my apprentice here, using a feather from the ho-ho perched on his shoulder," Ollivander said frankly.
The entire family, and Harry, who was with them, froze in absolute disbelief at that announcement. "You made that!?" Ron asked, staring in disbelief, and Julian gave a reluctant nod. "To be honest, I was under the impression it had already been dismantled rather than placed out with the other wands for sale," he said, sending Ollivander a suspicious look. "I thought it made a worthy addition to the stock," the old man replied without the slightest concern. "Well, you heard the expert. It should serve you well. Take it as a gift. I'll cover the cost myself, since it is the first wand I ever made that has been successfully matched," Julian said to Ginny with a smile.
After that, the Weasley family left, and Julian turned to give Ollivander a sharp look, since it was obvious the old man had done it on purpose. "No need to be upset. My uncle, who ran this shop before me, did exactly the same thing to me when I was younger," Ollivander said with a nostalgic expression. Julian could only sigh helplessly and let the matter go, while privately deciding that from now on he was going to inspect every wand before handing it over.
The cost of the wand itself was practically nothing to him, since the only material that had come from Ollivander was the wood, and that was not especially expensive. If someone else had bought it, though, it would have either gone for the standard seven galleons required by the Ministry for first years or close to twenty because of the material value. A ho-ho feather was extremely difficult to obtain, and the only reason the price would have been that low was because the core had been made with a naturally shed feather from Dusk rather than one plucked from him directly. One of those would have been worth nearly fifty galleons instead, assuming Dusk would even allow someone to forcibly take one in the first place.
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