She tossed the silver wrapping paper to the side, her hands settling on either side of the box as she lifted it up, her eyes growing wide. "Tom!" she gasped. He enjoyed the way his name sounded on her lips, like the utterance of a confession. Like a sin that sat in her mouth. She looked up to him, the largest smile he had seen yet on her as she pulled the wand from the velvet lining, laying it flat in her palm. "It's mine?" she asked, as if in disbelief that he had bestowed upon her such a miraculous gift.