Twelve Galleons
Theme 19: Wand


Cherry.
Good wood. Nice, strong.

Thirteen and a half inches, nearly.
Not exactly. Thirteen, more like. And he liked that. Because thirteen had been his favourite number for ages.

Core of unicorn tail feather.
Unicorns were pretty. He wondered if it had been a silver one, or a baby that was pure gold.

And strand of holly.
The other part of the core. Reminded him of Christmas-time. And sharing.

Supple.
Lithe, flexible. Good for charms and spell-work; never easy to break.



“That will be twelve galleons,” the shop-keeper announced.

Fyo paid, accepted his new wand, and left the shop.