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- Cherry/Maple Wand 13 1/4" Essence of a Dragon's Heartstring; 10 1/2" 4wood mix - unicorn hair core
Andromeda sat on the large boulder overlooking the lake, she had just spent about ten minutes stroking the tentacles of the large squid who seemed to enjoy the past time in this weather. She didn't know why certain animals or creatures were terrified of her and others could simply careless. As she watched the last of it's tentacles submerge she looked upward at the sound of an owl. It dropped a strange shaped package to her before taking off again. She watched the owl fly away before looking at the package and opening it carefully. A scroll was rolled up around a wand and Andromeda looked at it closely. It was beautiful but she had a wand, why would someone be sending her another?
As she unfurled the scroll she gasped, it was the her uncles will. There was no letter attached at all just simply the will. Letting her know that he had left his money and his wand to her.
Andy would have given anything to have him back instead as she looked at the wand in her hand. She remembered how he had ordered a new one especially to aid in his healing profession and now it was hers. A tear edged its way out and slowly ran unbidden down her cheek. She grasped it tightly in the palm of her hand and bunching her fists up to her face, hid the rest of the tears that fell. How often she had wanted nothing more than to rewind time and have him back, have her father back? How often had she cried out for them only to hear the silence answer her? The wand seemed like a different kind of answer altogether and though it made her so utterly sad, it also gave her a strength to know that she could wield his wand when she went to work in St. Mungo's.

As she unfurled the scroll she gasped, it was the her uncles will. There was no letter attached at all just simply the will. Letting her know that he had left his money and his wand to her.

Andy would have given anything to have him back instead as she looked at the wand in her hand. She remembered how he had ordered a new one especially to aid in his healing profession and now it was hers. A tear edged its way out and slowly ran unbidden down her cheek. She grasped it tightly in the palm of her hand and bunching her fists up to her face, hid the rest of the tears that fell. How often she had wanted nothing more than to rewind time and have him back, have her father back? How often had she cried out for them only to hear the silence answer her? The wand seemed like a different kind of answer altogether and though it made her so utterly sad, it also gave her a strength to know that she could wield his wand when she went to work in St. Mungo's.