Febby finally got her hands on her coin purse though paused as Mr. Ollivander continued. "It must be so satisfying though, to match a wand with its destined owner." She smiled fondly at the thought, watching her younger siblings get their wands, just seeing it happen for other people. Febby had no idea just how much work went into making a wand, but she assumed a great deal of care and concentration, so watching it find its home must have been incredibly rewarding.  Merlin she hoped she could do something worthwhile with her own life at some point. Being a mother would likely do it, as unplanned as this was.

"I doubt you'd trade it for the tediousness of the fog, I know I wouldn't." Febs would rather be busy all the time. The idleness of the last month had nearly driven her mad. "How much do I owe you, Mr. Ollivander?" She would hate to take up too much of his time. He would likely get busy soon enough.