"You didn't 'get us into' anything," Gideon disagreed gently. "You did something that made sense at the time. And we'll figure it out. It's not the end of the world, no matter what happens," he continued. There was the potential for things to get a little hairy, of course. They could even go catastrophically badly, if they tried to send her to school as a boy and had their efforts foiled by some unexpected circumstances. Whatever happened, though, they would get through it. He had spent the last two years trying to figure out how to play catch-up as a father, and he wasn't done with the role yet. Whatever happened, they were in it together, and he'd find a way to get them through it. He just hoped he could shield poor Billie from some of the worst possibilities.

"Let's try an English oak next," he decided, navigating to the section which contained them. "My wand's an English oak, and they say Merlin's was, too. We used to have a few wands that were from the same tree as mine, but they were both destroyed in the fire," he explained a bit wistfully. It would have been a neat sort of symmetry if his daughter had ended up with a wand from the same source as his own, he thought. He mused over the section of English oaks and eventually retrieved a box labeled English oak and unicorn hair, eleven inches even.

"When we find your wand, do you want a handle on it?" he offered as he passed the box to her. "It doesn't add anything to the wand, magically speaking... but some people like them. And you can put words or initials on them. Most people don't, since it's an extra cost, but —" he shrugged in an animated fashion (trying, it was true, to lighten the mood once more after their earlier conversation). "— there are some perks to working in a wand shop."