Though he resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he did not stop the snort from leaving him. Of course this society woman wanted his best wand—likely as not to replace the one that had plainly been instilled within her.

"The wand chooses the wizard, Madam," he quoted his father's old adage. "Or rather, in this case, the witch. No one wand is 'better' than any other, but there are most certainly wands better suited to you than others."