She would be a Ravenclaw, or Gervaise would eat his hat. Not the useful kind, though, but the sort that made a nagging wife and was presently making a nagging customer. Still, for all her questions—and her fixation on appearances—she did at least seem interested, and so Gervaise indulged her.
“Cypress wands match best, but not exclusively, with a wizard or witch who is noble in nature—those most apt to be heroes, if you will. They are not matched often, but are quite loyal once acquired.”
And acquired, it seemed, this one would be. Gervaise's eyebrows arched in pleasant surprise, though the rest of his face was practiced stillness as a warm envelope of light encircled the young witch—a clear sign, if ever he'd seen one.
"Well my dear, it seems we've found just the ticket."
“Cypress wands match best, but not exclusively, with a wizard or witch who is noble in nature—those most apt to be heroes, if you will. They are not matched often, but are quite loyal once acquired.”
And acquired, it seemed, this one would be. Gervaise's eyebrows arched in pleasant surprise, though the rest of his face was practiced stillness as a warm envelope of light encircled the young witch—a clear sign, if ever he'd seen one.
"Well my dear, it seems we've found just the ticket."
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