Her aunt wasted little time in crossing the not-so-invisible threshold into the magical world and Rorie scampered after her. She tried to follow the conversation that she seemed to be having with herself, but ultimately was too busy in taking in all of their surroundings that she nearly ran into a flower cart. After executing a hop-skip-and-jump type of maneuver to avoid disaster, the young witchling kept close to her aunt’s heels. “A wand?” She echoed yet again, looking around to see where on earth they might buy such a contraption. “What kind of wand?” Would it be the same one as Aunt Dido’s she wondered?