Presley had come to the conclusion that she really did need a wand holster. She'd resisted the idea for so long simply because she didn't want one. It was weird. Tacky. Like carrying around a modern-day scabbard. But she needed one. Because her wand being in her bag all the time was beginning to cause problems. So Presley scanned through the holsters. Wrist and leg size? How was she supposed to know where she'd rather her wand be held? Wrist was tacky without long sleeved, but more convienent than leg. She'd have to get both. She particularly selected a leather wrist holster and leg holster, and made her way to the as always over-crowded counter. Firsties.....