Her malcontent was more than obvious from the way her body language shifted. She wouldn't even let Tiberius speak to her like that, not without a waspish retort at the very least. Who did Germain Ollivandor (or whatever his name was) think he was?! There was a slight tremor in her balled up fists as she fought to stamp down her temper to a manageable level. What she wanted was to pick up the stupid wand and jab him in the eye with it but disguise or not, she might not get away with that and never mind what her Vow might do to her. Stabbing people in the eye was generally a punishable offense by law, at least when you stabbed the wrong people anyway. This one might be a shopkeeper but he had a point about his stupid family history.

The only non-violent revenge she could think of was to pick up the wand and prove him wrong. It took a great deal of self-control to unfurl her hand and snatch up the wand without making a detour towards Mr. Ollivander's eye socket. "See. Nothing. No match. Next!" She dropped it back into the box with considerable haste. Truthfully she thought she had felt the wand reacting to her and she didn't want to wait for it to give the game away if it had.

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Though typically fairly professional, Gervaise had given up even trying to disguise his displeasure and exasperation. If this woman was not prepared to put in any effort or courtesy, after all, why in Merlin's name should he?

"You did not give it nearly enough time to respond," the wandmaker noted bluntly, "but if you're certain. Try this one."

Gervaise extended another wand, electing not to divulge its properties this time.

  

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Of course she was certain! This time he didn't even bother telling her what sort of wand he was giving her. This was irritating, although she thought he was rather redundant. Why did she need some arrogant, idiotic wandmaker to do what she was quite capable of? If he'd just give her free reign to go rummaging through all the wands she'd have found one that suited her a lot faster and with considerably less irritation.

Tig moved the wand in what could only be described as a slicing motion, her face radiating annoyance just in case the gesture itself hadn't adequately conveyed it.
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Result! the wandmaker thought, pleased this ordeal would soon be over. His smile was professional as he moved to take the wand back from the woman to process it properly.

"It seems we have found the match! Oak, twelve and one-seventh inches, with a troll whisker at its core. Unyielding." Much like its newfound mistress.

  

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Tig blanched. Troll whisker. Troll whisker! That was obviously going to be the most useless wand ever! How could Ollivanders claim to be a quality wandmaker when they used cores like troll whiskers? She knew very little about wands beyond what immediately concerned her day to day use of them and even she would know not to use troll whiskers.

However, it was a tie over wand until Tiberius relented and gave hers back and if it meant she could leave this ignoramus all the sooner then it suited her not to demand a different wand. He'd probably give her something gnome dandruff in it next and then she might actually lose her patience entirely.

"Well with a core like that it ought to be very affordable." She had more than enough to cover it but she wasn't going to pay some inflated price for a troll's whisker and a common piece of wood. If only she knew what the average cost of a wand actually was.

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"No moreso or less so than any wand, Miss," Gervaise answered, "save for those a bit more...decorated. I should hate to have you think I am providing you with inferior product."

  

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"I ought to leave it with you and find another wand maker," she muttered ruefully. If she weren't so impatient to have a wand again then she probably would have but she was tired of the whole thing and wanted to be done with it. "How much?"

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The wandmaker was not certain if he'd been meant to hear her comment or not, but he did—and if she left now after forcing him through this whole ordeal, he would be livid. She did not, however, seem inclined to do so, and so he answered with a simple, professional, "Four galleons."

  

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That seemed like extortion! At least by comparison of other things she knew cost about four galleons. It was just acceptable enough a price to put an end to the whole thing. "Very well." Her clipped tone made it more than clear what her feelings on the price were. Tig placed the coins on the counter as abruptly as she could without going so far as to slam them down.

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The transaction completed, Gervaise watched the bitch of a witch depart, pleased that this particular ordeal was over. A dozen first years, the wandmaker thought, were preferable to a woman like that.

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   Ursula Black

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