In the midst of her mild panic, Ivy heard Professor Kitridge’s voice behind her and looked around to see her pointing toward the floor a few tables away. Ivy scurried over on her knees in relief and picked up the wand. Before she could even bring it out into the light she knew it wasn’t hers. It felt all wrong in her hand, and her wand felt like... like it was always supposed to have been there. She laid the stray wand down on the table and sighed.

Picking up her things, she made her way out of the classroom. She’d just have to re-trace her steps...