Soon, Zenobia had a silver lime wand in her hands. There was a phoenix tail feather in its core and it was flexible, according to the employer. It was very pretty and Zenobia would have liked to have it as a wand for looks alone, the wand however didn't seem to take a liking to Zenobia's hand. It didn't really do anything in particular even though she'd waved it a bit.

She handed the wand back to the employee, disappointed. "Give me an elm wand next, sir," Zenobia requested, to appease her father as well. "But it should be pretty!"

The employee was back with an elm wand with an intricately carved handle.