When she found a new type of tree, she laid her hand on the rough bark, closed her eyes, and tried to feel if it felt right in a magical kind of way, while listening to the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind. There was one tree that felt kind of extra special, but in the end she discovered it was actually the ivy on the trunk she liked best. That obviously wouldn’t work for a wand – since it was mostly too thin and bendy, and if she tried to get the thickest bit it would really hurt the vine.