SPOILER!!: Mr. Zeke
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Felixir 
Years and years - decades - in this profession, and Zeke still had to practically restrain himself from rubbing his hands together eagerly when it came to the moment a young witch or wizard was testing out their first wand. No matter the outcome, he was always curious about what would happen, whether it meant a matched wand or something that would eventually lead them down that path.
It wasn't long before they saw results with this wand, albeit not the most favourable - at least for his young customer. "Not to worry," Zeke said bracingly, putting the lid back on the box and setting it aside. He was about to move away, already with his mind on the next likely suspect, but paused for a moment when he realised he was being asked a whispered question.
Clearly this was a question for his ears only, but Zeke's only real nod to the secrecy was that he refrained from glancing towards the girl's guardian; whispering his own answer was not only likely to be noticed, it was also likely to seem conspiratorial. He kept his words vague, while also avoiding any overt encouragement. "It's not usual, or likely. Possible, though." And this was the truth; many children tested out their new wands as soon as they got them, but, especially before receiving magical instruction, they were unlikely to do more than the most basic of spells, nor get into more trouble than they might with their own, raw, accidental magic. He'd never heard of any getting into (non-parental) trouble for doing so, perhaps for that exact reason.
With that, he gave a small smile and then made a beeline for a particular shelf, returning moments later with the next wand. "Let's try this one next." he said, opening it up and offering her the second wand. "Same again, then; away you go."
Not usual. Likely. Possible.
Hmmmmmmmm.
To take the risk or not. She probably was, to be honest. It's not like they'd send her to Azkaban, and if they did, then she'd be the youngest witch there. She was breaking boundaries all around. Antonella nodded at the man, a thoughtful look on her face. It didn't give away what her future intentions were. If she was going down she didn't want to take the wandmaker with her. Who'd give kids their wands? It was like taking Santa Claus down with her. Of course, the red man wasn't real (she knew that now), but the wandmaker was.
She whispered a thanks and took the new wand offered to her. This time her mind was a bit more distracted. Would she attempt a fire spell or summoning charm? She was probably too young to make either of those work, but it didn't hurt to try, right? It was as if the new wand was trying to egg her on. A comfortable warmth spread up her fingers, to her hand and up her arm. Antonella felt all warm and fuzzy
and no longer wanted to burn the world down. A giggle escaped her and looked up at the wandmaker with bright green eyes.
"I like this one."