Alexandra held up her fantastic phoenix feather and maple wand and smiled broadly. "Well, Professor, I felt a warm tingling sensation run through my hand and arm when I found my wand." she announced happily.

Carter smiled and raised his hand. "Well, I was a bit nervous, but wow. It just felt right. There was kind of like a tingling sensation too." he said with a big smile on his face.

Magic Wands. Magic Wands. Okay. She hadnt been expecting that, but still she pulled out her wand, and held it in her left hand. She really loved her wand, mainly because it cost more than any of her sibings hand, and she really loved money.
Oh. How she felt. She raised her hand before speaking "I felt...." She couldnt remember. "like i could do anything I wanted" But she could do that anyway. "like I had all the power in the world." She nodded, with a smile, but giggling. "And that I wanted to give my brother a pigs tail."

Listening as Professor Morgan spoke,she pulled out her wand from inside her sock.Hmm,What she felt when she got her wand.Uhhh,Nope,Couldn't be a trick question,could it ? Cause Professor Morgan wouldn't ask 'em to answer a trick question,would she ? Shrugging before raising her wandless hand and saying.I felt moore,Witchy. she said,with a small nod.

"A wonderment," voiced Daphne a little dreamy eyed as she thought back to her visit at Ollivander's. "At how something you had touched for the first time could feel so perfectly in place in your hand. A sense of belonging. Ownership. Power. An instant bond."

Allie raised her hand.
"Professor, I remember I was kind of nervouse getting my first wand. It was the first time I had been to Diagon Alley, and the whole magic scene was , pretty new to me." she explained, while taking out her 11 and 1/2 inch, cherry wand. "But when I got this one...I was angry because my brother had just broke my first one." she added, with a giggle. It all had seemed so long ago..where had the time gone?

Professor Bunbury, eh?

Blue eyes sparkled with clear interest as they turned onto the red headed woman. How could someone that looked like that teach something as dirty as Care of Magical Creatures or Herbology?

She looked as though she'd be more at home on the pages of one of the fashion magazines he enjoyed browsing through. And he only looked through the BEST magazines.

Thomas took out his wand and looked at it, he hardly remembers the day that he got his wand because the day after he got hit on the head. He raised his hand not knowing if he had to so he raised it not as high as if the teacher was asking an important question not as if this isn't important just that he felt a bit awkward," Er.. I don't remember it so well so just for give me, "he started saying and paused for a moment, "Physically I felt more magical if you know what in mean. Emotionally I felt excited and felt like I belong to a new civilization," he said thinking that, that was it.

Damon raised his hand and said "well when i recieved mine i felt a sense of excitement. I was so ready to prove that i could use magic. I did of course feel the sensation that the wand and me would work out."

Evan was distracted with the gorgeous professors. How could they teach while distracting them? He shook his head, hearing half of the question. He took out his wand, still dreaming, and looked at it. He then snapped back to earth. He needed to be the best in these classes to see them more, and to have them notice him, right? Although he hated the animals and didn't want to give his arm to a flesh-eating plant, he had to try. He quickly raised his left hand, holding his wand. "It felt warm and like it obeyed me. We both liked each other, and ever since it does what I say. We're almost friends." Yes, he'd try even if he couldn't succeed.

Simone pulled out her beautiful Cherry 11 3/4 Abraxan Feather wand. She loved it more then anything else in her life...well except dancing of course. Raising her hand she replied, "I felt as if I was reconnected with a long lost sibling or something. Possibly even a lost apendige." Weird, sure. But thats how it felt to her.

Ella skipped into class happily. Yummm, COMC.

Oh, Herbology too. Cool.

She waved at Tibi. "Heyy!" she called.

"When I got my wand?" Ella squinted, scrunching up her face in rememberance. So much had happened since then. Oh yeah, Diagon Alley, Ollivanders, Chad.

"I think when I found the wand, it was very warm feeling... and electrifying," she shuddered, recalling the feeling. It had felt good.

'Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology...and we're discussing wands. Brilliant.' Evelyn thought sarcastically in her mind as she took out her dark ash wand. The emotions and physical sensation when i got my wand? Evelyn stared down at the dark wood, taking in every detail. "I felt...complete. Kinda like a long lost friend came back to me. Really no words to describe something like that, Professor."

"Well, I remember it like yesterday, my mum, arranged a meeting with a wandmaker from Romanian, she insisted that I have a Romanian made wand...anyways, the moment I took hold of my wand I felt like a the piece that had been missing from my entire life was now complete...like a puzzle completed with its final piece," Rafe said completely lit up. He loved his wand. He practiced with it everyday, learning new things and tested his boundaries and experimented, naturally. "It was like a warm natural feeling swept over me like a wave, it was quite sensationally." Rafe smiled as he held his 16", Purpleheart, Essence of Werewolf Hair wand. He loved it dearly.

Tibi smiled when he thought about his wand. Tibi reached for his holster and held his wand in his hand, rolling it between his fingers.

Raising his hand, Tibi offered his story. "The first time I touched it, I got a shock up my arm... I was really nervous and my mum was squeezing my shoulder, so I dropped it. When I picked it back up, my hand felt really warm and I..." Tibi hesitated.. he was feeling a little embarassed. "Well... the shopkeeper told me it was a strong wand and when I held it, I felt like I could be strong, too."

Tibi looked at his shoes once he finished talking. His cheeks starting to get a little pink. With sun or with embarrassment, he couldn't tell.

Emalyn took out her wand and held it carefully in her palm. "I remember it being the most awesome day of my life. And when I got my wand I knew it was mine because everything was calmer. Oh and...a tingling sensation, like others have mentioned."

Plus thinking you have all the power in the world and could turn anyone into a frog at any given moment...

Lyra grabbed her 11inch cherry wood with a granian haircore wand from her wristholster and held it carefully in her hand.
This thing right here was her life. really. without it she would be nothing.
"Professor..s? uh is it weird to say that the wand had chosen ...me? i mean when i first bought my wand it had moved and i hadn't even touched it, i was just looking at it. Heh the shopkeeper seemed to be happy." she added remembering that he didn't had to look further for her wand. Lyra looked at her wand again, yes she loved this thing. "oh also, i felt a strange sensation run through me when i picked it up. It felt powerful"

Sara remembered getting her wand all too well. When the shopkeeper had placed the 10 inch, redwood, kneazle-cored wand in her hand, she had finally felt like a witch. The energy that had flown through her body had been amazing...

"I felt complete,", Sara said aloud. "Like I had found a part of myself."

Anya remembered getting her wand. It was amazing. After she shattered some glass with a dragon heartstring wand, she had made the lights turn on with her phoenix feather wand....it was....magic "It felt like nothing in the world could go wrong, a sudden heat flowed through my body."

"It felt odd and warm," Arrick said, possibly the only one who wasn't remembering delighted memories of getting his first wand. "Ernt as odd as other ones. And it exploded, it did."

He was eyeing the elm dragon heartstring core wand in his hand as if daring it to shoot pops and bangs again.

Her wand, the confirmation that she really belonged in this wordl "I felt peace, it just felt right, complete, safe and the same tingling sensation. It was a wonderful moment, professor"

Hmm...how had LouAnn felt the day she got her first (and only, so far) wand? She had to pause for a moment and think carefully about the answer to that question. Looking back on it now, it seemed so long ago, even though it'd only been a few years. Finally, she raised her hand high into the air and shared, "I remember feeling this special sort of connection between myself and the magic I was capable of doing. I remember feeling as if I had the entire world at my fingertips and all I had to do was swish and flick."

She'd learned quickly that swishing and flicking was only half of what she had to do in order to perform magic. Maybe not even half, come to think of it. Maybe more like a fourth. Anyway, to make a long story short, she'd swished and flicked a rug right out from underneath her father's feet, causing him to crash to the floor, bruising both his knees and scraping his chin. He'd been more than just a little anxious to send her off to a magical school after that little incident.

Mmm children reliving the magical experience of buying their first wand. How touching.

Not.

Bunbury could have almost gagged at the excited expressions on their dirty little mugs. Ew. But she was going to be nice today, after all, and playing nice meant playing along with the brats students -- after all, another professor was in her presence, so she couldn't torture them too much.

"Tingling. Electricity. Power. Connectivity. Magic. All similar phrases to describe similar experiences with different wands." The redheaded professor rose from her bench and stalked toward where the rest of the students were seated, her long boooots leaving pointy indents in the ground where she walked. She paced along the front row, staring at different students' wands with a guarded expression before coming to a stop in the middle of the front.

"Why do you think your wand, the wand that chose you, elicited such a personal and electrifying response? What does a wand, the object that symbolizes our kind, have that makes it so special and so powerful?"

Bunbury twirled her own 11'' wand between two fingers with a slight smirk as she waited for an answer. Doubtful the students really knew anything about wands but, at least Iliana and herself did.

Evelyn didn't like this professor, right from the point where she stood up, there was something about her that already irritated her. "The wand core, professor?" she answered, kind and innocent as always.

Brody looked, at least tried to look interested as Professor Bunbury came walking around, and then asked a question. Well. She pretty much was sure that she knew the answer to that, and she raised her hand to speak.
"Well. They Have a...." Hold up a second. Those were might awesome boots that Professor Bunbury was wearing, and it was safe to say that Brody was now just a little bit distracted. Her raised hand fell limply to her side. She needed some boots like that.