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While attempting to clean up a rather stubborn stain in a guest room either that morning, her wand began to sputter and shake. A terribly worrisome response from her wand of many many years. If a witch can’t trust her wand, what can she trust?
Armed with her wand, a bag of galleons, and a lot of hope, Lucy entered Ollivanders and headed for the counter. If there was anyone that could figure out what was going on, and fix her beloved wand, it was Ramiel.
“Good afternoon. I do believe I’m in need of your wand restoration services. Something has gone amiss with my wand.“ She gently placed her wand, 11 inches long and made of holly with a phoenix feather core, on the counter.
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