As with everyone else in that class, Salander was distracted by the outrageous student professing her undying love for the Headmaster. Was this girl for real? he wondered as she was duly sent away. Refocusing on the task at hand, Salander gripped his arm sleeve for his wand....

..... and couldnt find it there.

Panic gripped the lad as he hastily raised his sleeve, the unsecured holster fell off to the floor almost immediately. Oh no! Where is it?!?!?! he panicked as he searched his robes and his jacket. He stood up to feel his backpockets.... and felt his wand sticking out.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he sat himself back down. There was a reason why he got the habit of sticking his wand in his backpocket-- he will NEVER forget to wear his pants.

Wand securely in his hand (and holster hastily stashed in his robes), he raised his hand to volunteer.