His words shook her out of her enamor with the grain and color of the wood, enough to notice the floating orbs. "It feels...right," she admitted, giving it a twist before gently flicking it, casting the simplest light spell to ignite the tip. Another flick, and the light was extinguished. It was natural, perfect, like a tailored dress. "Much better than the ash ever did — not that the ash is the bar to which all wands shall ever be compared."

Carefully, she took a half-step closer. "How much?

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Gideon Ollivander

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Gilded beauty by MJ!