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Apple. 12 inches. Hippogriff feather.
That was her final educated hope analysis of the wand. No take backs, no changes. Sage was committed and the only thing left to do was put that knowledge to the test. As soon as the Slytherin had carefully rested the wand on the scales, she realized she had gained some company in this section of the shop. Eyes on the arrival of the new girl, she plucked a sickle from the top of her coin tower and paused with it hovering over the slot to just observe the girl and assess whether or not her presence was going to be an issue. Seeing as the blonde had her attention facing the interior of the shop and she had just waved at one of the bright eyed bushy tailed hopefuls waiting to be seen by her dad, she easily concluded that there was no issue to be had. Awkward to be occupying the same space and say nothing to one another? Not particularly. She was accustomed to mostly keeping to herself while in the shop during the summer months and finding ways of entertaining herself without getting in her dad's way. Still, she supposed that since she was the senior Hogwartian in the situation and she had a certain standard of customer service to maintain as the heir to wandmakerdom...she ought to say something.
But only after she checked this wand.
Slipping the coin into the machine, the seventh year took a step back as the machine instantly sprung to life and within seconds had produced a card. "...drumroll please..." she murmured to herself and she plucked it from the slot and turned it over. "Apple...duh...12 inches...also duh...D..." Demiguise fur. That hadn't even crossed her mind. Darnnit. Disgruntled and mood instantly ruined, Sage returned the reject wand to its box and closed it with a huff. How did dad do it so effortlessly?! Definitely time for a brief distraction and a breach of the silence. "That your little brother?" she asked with a quick point to the boy the girl had just waved at a minute or two ago.
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