It had been easy enough, to find the one that felt most like her, the wand that drew into his own magic the way hers did. Unicorn hair, the wandmaker had said, and he thought it seemed fitting. She was graceful and ethereal, yet none too easy to tame. He did not suspect he ever would fully tame her, but he supposed it wouldn't be quite as fun that way. Part of what he liked about her was the fire that seemed to burn bright within her, the way she would clash with him fiercely about something only to return to him when her anger had finally abated.