Seeing an elm wand fleeing her hand rather than performing even a minuscule act of magic had him disheartened. They were only two wands in, and he knew logically that it might take much longer for them to find the right wand for her, but couldn't the failures at least have been spectacular ones? Things bursting into flame, or causing boxes to whiz around the room, or the employee to break out in boils?
"Bring her a selection," he said to the employee, rather shortly. "Ebony. One of each core." So far the man had made no suggestions at all, so if they were going to have to direct this search on their own Domitian supposed it would be best to begin it more aggressively then they had done so far.
When the man left to retrieve the wands, he turned towards his daughter. "Focus, Zenobia," he said severely. "When you get the wand in your hand, tell it what you want and demand results."
Bree made this!
"Bring her a selection," he said to the employee, rather shortly. "Ebony. One of each core." So far the man had made no suggestions at all, so if they were going to have to direct this search on their own Domitian supposed it would be best to begin it more aggressively then they had done so far.
When the man left to retrieve the wands, he turned towards his daughter. "Focus, Zenobia," he said severely. "When you get the wand in your hand, tell it what you want and demand results."