“No, that one won't do!” Gervaise insisted, resisting the urge to swat the wand from the youngster's hand. The wandmaker could tell just from looking that the massive, fourteen-inch acacia rod was not at all suited to this particular customer, and he was relieved he had emerged from the shelves with enough time to prevent catastrophe.

He always had been a bit of a drama queen.

Measuring tape in hand, he moved to stand beside the youth, raising his eyebrows by way of asking permission.

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