Looking up from the most beautiful sparks she had ever seen Greta looked at the wandseller.

"So that's what it's supposed to do?" She asked brimming with curiousity. "It feels better in my hand than all the other ones? Is there anything else I should be looking for or checking?"  She asked holding it up wondering if it was something like a shoe where she was supposed to be looking at the length of the wand to her arm or if it mattered if she was left or right handed or if she was gripping it right (was there a particular way to grip a wand) or if it was supposed to fit in her hand in a certain way and if it was the right length or just because she'd found one that was amazing compared to the other near duds whether that wasn't an indication they were supposed to keep looking and now he was on the right track.

He'd said there was - what did he say was in it again?