Flora did not fancy herself the heroic sort, but it seem the wand—ten inches long and not the prettiest, but apparently useful enough—seemed to believe she had it in her. She glanced between her wand and the wand-maker, her eyes wide in a pleasant sort of shock. That was easier and far less eventful than she'd imagined!
"And that's it, then? It's chosen me?" she asked, giving the wand yet another experimental wave.
"And that's it, then? It's chosen me?" she asked, giving the wand yet another experimental wave.
