Archer find himself idly wonder what would happen if a muggle got a hold of a wand. Surely, nothing, since they didn't inherently have magic to channel through it, but would the wand react on its own accord out of defense? He found that he was abysmally in the dark about wandlore. He might need to pick up a book or two on that.

It seemed his question had backfired, and he tried to hold back a groan. Nosy girls were something he was ill-equipped to handle. "I-I'm not being silly." If she caught a glimpse of it as he hid it, she'd notice it was made of redwood, twelve inches long. It was carved in a very simple way only so that it had a handle.

"Who...who are you anyways?"