"It certainly does," Gideon agreed, grinning widely. A well-matched wand always put a smile on his face. "I'll get everything boxed up and we'll settle the bill over there," he said, indicating the area of the back counter where money was exchanged and where they kept the ledger of accounts for their wealthier customers, who never carried coins themselves and simply sent their housekeeper out twice a month to settle all their debts. Gideon left the wand in the boy's hands, but took the empty box with him and went to fetch a small container of wand polish and a rag, which he sent home with every new purchase to try and incentivize his customers to take good care of their wands once they had them.

"Now, if you want you can take it out a few times before you go off to Hogwarts," he suggested. "Hold it in your hands, give it a flick or two, maybe polish it. Give it a chance to get to know you a bit and get used to you. But you mustn't try to do any real magic until you get to school and have someone to teach you," he continued, with a severe look. "Otherwise you and your wand will learn all sorts of bad habits — and you might burn your house down, besides."