Facebook inspired story about Magic 2

"Here we are" said the man, dismounting the broom. "Oh, I don't think I properly introduced myself, I'm Willie Prettymand"
"Anna"
I shook his extended hand.

"So, what do we need first" he said rubbing his hands together and walking into the pub.
"Um, hold up. I don't really know if my parents are going to be okay with all this"
"Your parents will get a letter tomorrow, explaining your absence"
I groaned and followed him into the pub. Everything was covered with dust, and all the people were dressed similarly to Willie (although I prefer Mr. Prettymand, I've never been comfortable referring to adults with their first names.) One of them said "Hey Wil, what do we have here?"
"This is Anna, new student"
"Ahh, well, don't scare her to much!"
"I won't, see you next week!"
We made out way through the pub and into a back room where there was nothing but a brick wall. "OH!" I exclaimed "I've seen this in the movies, this is the part where you take a cane and tap out a bunch of random bricks, and then the wall magically turns into a doorway!" I frightened myself with my brief burst of energy. "No" was his simple reply. He then pulled out his wand and tapped a bunch of random bricks, and the wall magically turned into a doorway. "Hey!" I was slightly frustrated now "You said that wasn't what happened!" he gave me a smug look "But I did not do what you said. I tapped a group of bricks, that were not randomly selected at all, with my WAND"
"Ugh, same dif"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing, muggle word, moving on"
We walked down the streets, and I realized that Hollywood really did exaggerate things. It was rather small, and had only a few stores. The one thing the movies did get right was "Olivander's Wand Shop" looking almost exactly as it had in the movies. "Where do you want to go first?" he was digging a list out of his back pocket. "Well, I think getting a wand would be pretty cool, but then I need books and stuff too right?" I was getting excited now. I had finally accepted that this wasn't a dream and that I should make the best out of all of this before they decide they have the wrong kid. "Kids, never concerned about books, always about wands" he was mumbling. I began to protest, but stopped. I (unlike most girls my age) loved books (which was probably what got me my reputation for being a nerd in middle school). But he took me to the wand store and I was surprised to see a young looking man behind the counter.