When nothing seemed to happen, Archie's face grew pale with worry, but he tried to shake it off. Perhaps, it just wasn't the wand for him, or maybe he didn't do it right. He tried to square his shoulders and appear a bit more confident. The wait for Gervaise to return felt like an eternity. The boy tried to busy himself by inspecting the shop, but his inner monologue couldn't be quieted.

When the wandmaker appeared again, Archer eyed the boxes he carried with a curious raise of his eyebrows. He suddenly found himself asking, "Do you think I'll have to try them all?" It made sense to him that, with so many wands in the shop, he wouldn't find the right one on the first try, but the suspense made his toes curl.

"Jackalope!" He piped up with quiet, fascinated, surprise, having not known their antlers could be used as wand cores. He eyed the wand Gervaise held out to him, and he reached out to take it. This time, he rolled it in his fingers as if testing just how long it actually was. It took a moment, but the boy eventually waved it, with a bit more confidence than last time, but there still wasn't too much force.