"Ah, now, this is one of mine, isn't it?" Mr Ollivander spoke with much more enthusiasm, as Cedric handed over his wand. "Yes, I remember it well. Containing a single hair from the tail of a particularly fine male unicorn... must have been Seventeen hands; nearly gored me with his horn after I plucked his tail. Twelve and a quarter inches... ash... pleasantly springy. It's in fine condition... you treat it regularly?" Mr Ollivander asked. "Polished it last night." Cedric said while grinning, he looked at Alani, he knew she hated dirty people. 