Somersby's face fell at the man's appraisal. The wand had been with him since he'd turned eleven. It had seen the good and the bad and been through more adventures then Somersby had ever expected to go on. Now it seemed this would be the last.

Somersby straightened his shoulders, trying to act less like a sentimental child and more like the nineteen year old he was. "I see." Fitting that for a new chapter of his life he'd need a new wand. A new purpose, a new wand. Merlin, he didn't like it, but it had a sort of easy symmetry that he could appreciate. "That won't be necessary." A sentimental wand was not what he needed to start his internship with after all. "I suppose in that case I shall need a new wand then."