"What are Crups and Granians?"

"Crups are creatures which are very loyal to their owners. They bark in the presence of Muggles. Granians are a breed of winged horse."

Ollivander hands Scott another box ("10 1/2 inches, oak").

He waves the wand, and there's a swirl of cool air as the tip glows warmly.

"So cool."

"Oh. Makes sense, I guess." He looks at Scott and beams. "Wands are cool!"

"If that's all, you can both be on your way." 

He nods. "What's your core, anyway?" he asks Scott.

"English oak, unicorn hair, supple, ten and a half inches," he recites. 

"I still don't understand how they can like different wizards and not be people." 

"Mr. Ollivander is very interested in wands, so he probably thinks of them that way, even though they're not." 

"And dogs like people but are not themselves people," she points out, "so even if wands are sentient they're not necessarily also sapient."

"But how do we know wands are more like dogs than humans? And we don't let people be mean to their dogs, what if they're mean to their wands?"

"I'm sure you can find out at school, if you really want to. They have lots of very old books there, one of them probably has something about it." 

"She's right, and I think in general we'll have more resources there."

"Now we have wands! So we can go and learn to be real wizards!"

"Not just yet, I get to keep you for a few more weeks." 

"What are you going to do while you wait?"

"For Hogwarts? I'm gonna read all the books."

"I'm gonna learn all about plants."

His mother shakes her head, smiling.

"Really? Why plants?"

"Magical plants are so cool. We can make potions with them to fix all kinds of diseases and things."

"You'll learn how to, anyway. Should we get going?"

She completes the purchase, leaving her son and the shopkeeper happier.

"Yes. Do you two have anything else you need to get?"

"We still have robes. You?"

"Only parchment and quills, but we could go get your robes together."

So the four walk through Diagon Alley.