That was when she had still hoped for success. When she had thought that wand-making was a good option, considering no Apothecary or Potions shop would take her without a certification. When she had believed in her ability to perform the magic necessary to create magic. The omens had been favorable, at first. The opening of her shop dovetailed with the closing of Ollivander’s. She found a grove of trees rife with Bowtruckles in the Forest of Dean. She connected with a wand core supplier that, in hindsight, was suspiciously cheap, but who she intended to use as a stopgap until she could go gathering on her own.