Alekandra listened attentively as everyone's wand was described, curiosity about her own growing.

Not one for allowing others to hold her freshly polished wand, even if only for a second, she waited until all of her school mates' wands were weighed before stepping up to the woman.

"Manticore clav core," She started, placing her wand in the woman's hand. "
10 3/4 inches..." Hesitantly she released her the wand, hand twitching slightly at the absence of the light wood. "Larchvood." She finished eyes flicking from her wand to the woman.

She wanted her wand back.