Paul listened with rapt attention. Still pretty bitter at this guy, mhmm. But centaurs would be...centaurs. That was all Paul could put to it. He also thought he would be a LOUSY shot with this archery stuff, but why not give it a....shot? LOOOLOLOL.

The wood choosing part interested Paul the most...yes, it sounded similar to wands choosing their human counterparts....but also different. Hm. Which wood would even SPEAK to him? He was so curious. So so so curious.

The herbologist nodded and scooted over towards the pile of woods...glancing around, first to make sure no students needed his help with anything just yet--and began to just...touch some of the pieces first. The light color of the beechwood is what attracted Paul to it at first, and when he picked it up....it felt pretty right. It just felt right. He couldn't explain it properly...well. Paul didn't KNOW this was beech wood, of course--but he knew it was certainly a different wood than his wand.

This cutting part...would be tricky...VERY tricky...merlin. Pulling out his handy-dandy wand, he began to shave either end....the curve thing...ugh. Paul was no craftsmen. He hoped none of the students JUDGED HIS AWFUL BOW OKAY? But he needed to cut those lines...for the handle...right...

Merlin O_O

He cut shaving..and stuff...until it resembled a bloody bow. Sigh. It was misshapen. It looked like it had been FORMED BY A CHILD. The centaur was going to fuss at him--and Paul would CRY.

The silk was easy enough to tie in...and Paul thought it looked a shade better now with the strand.

Now for the name. WHAT SHOULD BE ITS NAME? This was so HARD. He stared at his newly formed bow...squinting at it, REALLY trying to form a name in his mind. And then....he knew what the name would be.

Archie.