“Curious, very curious.”
“Sorry, but what’s curious?”
“I remember every wand I’ve ever sold Mr. Potter. It so happens that the Phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand gave another feather, just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.”
“And who owned that wand?”
“We do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter.”
This is the exact kind of self-care day I really needed. It’s been awhile since I’ve indulged in a mostly full day of self-care, but man it sure does fill the soul.