No, Gervaise decided, that would not do either, but at least this time, mercifully, nothing had actually happened. With a bit more delicacy this time, he reclaimed the second wand, exchanging it for a rougher-looking number with small holes dotted throughout, true to the nature of the wood. It was nothing fancy, but in that same way was, the wandmaker thought, rather elegant.

"This one's made of driftwood. A hair longer than ten inches, with merrow hair at its core. Bendy."