"Good for healing magic, as well as combative," the wandmaker answered, surveying the girl—and wand—carefully, "but evidently not for you. If you'll just put it back in it's box—carefully!—I'll go and fetch another."

Without waiting for a response, Gervaise did just that, disappearing for several minutes into the stacks. When he returned, it was with five boxes under his arm: three were the simple boxboard lined in felt he used for most, decorated with the Ollivander's O, but two were a thin, wooden box—those used by his apprentice. It was one of these that he selected for the witchling next.

"Cypress, ten inches precisely, with a unicorn tail hair. Whippy," he detailed, extending the wand to his young customer. It was not nearly so ornate as their first effort, but he would not let Reid stock a wand if he did not thoroughly approve its overall quality, looks be damned.