Hermione sighed, standing from the ground and crossed the room. Juliette snapped up her wand in an instant, turning it over in her hand and humming. The family behind her was silent and Apolline watched carefully, eyes glancing between Hermione's wand and the girl in question. The study of wand lore was passed through every generation of Veela and Apolline couldn't help but watch her mother work. Each and every Veela's wand was made by another Veela. It was seen as an insult to take a Veela child to buy a substandard wand from a shop.