Zenobia cringed slightly at the tone her father used on the employee and grimaced awkwardly when he turned his severity on her. It wasn't her fault that the first wands she had tried weren't a fit! According to Flora and her other older friends, it had taken them a while to find a wand too.

She would have preferred her mother's company that day, Zenobia thought. Her father barely spoke to her at all and when he found the time for her, he was so cross. It had been his idea for her to try out the stupid elm wand!

"Yes, Papa," Zenobia said demurely, not letting her inner turmoil show.

"An ideal wand for a duelist. Ebony with a dragon heartstring core," the employee explained as he handed her the wand.

She was still annoyed at her father and it was with these feelings in mind when she waved towards the box it was being kept in. Her intention had been to make it fly and it did fly, though it was a rather agressive flight towards her father. This hadn't been her intention, but as she registered in shock what had happened, she couldn't help but feel somewhat pleased with herself.

"The dragon heartstring must be too aggressive for the young lady," the employee said diplomatically.