They'd reached the door, with Dom still holding firmly onto his daughter's upper arm. "You were being reckless. You performed magic illegally," he pointed out, tone neutral. This was the sort of deadpan he adopted when reading charges to criminals, when he did field work as a hit wizard. "You set fire to the shop, apparently intentionally. That's arson, which is a crime as well. Do you intend to head to Azkaban instead of Hogwarts this fall, Zenobia?" he asked archly. He was being melodramatic, of course, because no one was going to come after a child for having a tantrum, but he wanted her to understand the severity of her actions, and that there could have been consequences for such actions.

They were out the door and back into the street, leaving the chaos she'd caused at the wand shop behind them. "I thought you were mature enough to get your wand," he continued severely. "But it appears I was mistaken. We'll see if your governness can do anything to remedy the situation over the next month and try again." At least if she was still prone to dramatics in a month, she'd be shortly off to Hogwarts where she could cast spells without causing a public spectacle.

Either way, though, this behavior was concerning.