Djura gave a curt not to affirm her suspicions — indeed, he did not have a wand. He would not ever have a wand. Isaac had shown him his with great enthusiasm, and Djura had been able to feign an inkling of interest... but that was about it.

Still reeling from the unpleasant surprise of discovering the young Countess's true identity, Djura felt a prickling sensation that it would be prudent to drop this subject as soon as possible. For almost every "magical" person he'd ever met had revealed in themselves a staggering superiority complex; and Djura did not want to see that from the Countess. He rather liked her, after all.

But he felt obliged to explain, and so he did. "My boy Isaac has been enrolled in the wizard school. Hogwarts. But he's missing a book, so I've taken it upon myself to acquire it for him."