Mathius gazed down at the the wand boxes, so similar and yet so massively different. He reached for the handle of the first wand, when the wands handle seemed to slightly smolder though a blink later showed the handle fire free. Number two pricked him with tiny wooden burs, but the third wand felt different. As he gripped it, a wonderful roaring feeling whirled around his head and heart. He felt like a landslide ripping down the mountain, as if he held something deceptively small and pretending to be something very light. "T-This one feels right..." Mathius said, in an awed voice.