"How do you even know when a wand is the right one?" She asked curiously. Was it just some sort of weird 'you just know' type of thing? She took the latest wand that he had to offer and gave it a whirl. Nope, not the one. She didn't care if this was a 'common' thing, she wanted this over and done with. Plus, there was a chance that no wand would be the right fit because maybe she was a squib too. It was a very real worry.
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