Avalon breathed a sigh of relief when Headmaster Trent signaled the end of the activity. No detention for her today, because both she and Nanette still had their own sacks. Although she was surprised that Trent was actually going through with the punishments. It seemed like just a scare tactic at first. She dropped her sack into the box with a smile, making a mental note to apologize to the Slytherin later for catching her off guard with a disarming spell.

The elder wand, huh? A curious wand indeed. Avalon raised her hand. "I wouldn't trust it because it doesn't form a true attachment with its owner." From what she knew about it, the wand could change its allegiance at the drop of a hat. Her bond with her own wand was special, and she couldn't imagine having it betray her if it sensed a more powerful presence to chase after. "It's only after power and strength, so the normal wand-wizard connection isn't really a thing with the elder wand. It's too unpredictable to be trustworthy, in my opinion."

Another thing that puzzled her about the elder wand? It seemed to prefer men. In all the history textbooks, there was no mention a woman possessing the wand. That bothered her just a bit.