What an odd sensation she felt, now a decade after getting her first wand, to try and match with another. It took a moment for anything to happen and even then it wasn't much, but Tabitha did not get that warm sensation of connection even after the glow. She set it back in its box gently, though quickly and she realized just how that could come across.

Mr. Ollivander looked so hopeful that she felt awful about her movements. "I don't—" This was a little more overwhelming that she had anticipated. Perhaps she should just leave her wand and go see Mr. Fisk about being on desk duty until hers was mended. "It's lovely, I think it's me," Certainly there was something wrong with her if she couldn't simply borrow a wand. Carefully she withdrew her hand to smooth out her skirts, playing idly with a loose strand on her sling.