It had been over a month since Mr. Ollivander had been discharged from her care, on a day she had been home ill herself to boot. Her treatment plan for him had been a success, or so she'd been told, she hadn't really seen it come to full fruition on her own. However, due to the slightly awkward tenure of Mr. Ollivander's stay in her ward, Tabi thought that was for the best— until she cracked her wand and subsequently her own arm in a fall at the hospital. Something had spilled and she hadn't seen, causing her to slip and come down hard on her arm, fracturing her forearm and clavicle in the same accident.

The bones had been easy enough for a coworker to mend, though she was in a sling and out of the hospital for the next week, Tabi had to screw up the courage to visit the wand shop in town once she was off bed rest. Tabitha was quite fond of her wand, one of few remaining relics from her birth country, a beautiful pine wand from an esteemed French wandmaker she and her father had picked up on a trip to Paris before she started school. She hadn't been back since and thus sincerely hoped her wand could be mended.

Stepping into the shop proper, Tabi took a long look around before moving in further and approaching the till. She had to wonder if this would be more or less awkward than her last encounter with Mr. Ollivander, but there wasn't much she could do about it, she needed his help. "Hello?" She called out hesitantly, wondering if it was Mr. Ollivander himself or Mr. MacRae she would come upon first.