Staring down at the wand in her hand as she tried, for the third time, to move the small shard of bone back into place, she contemplated how to switch her wands without looking completely stupid and then what exactly did she do with his wand? She wanted to throw it at him, but that felt aggressive and she’d feel horrible if she actually broke it. But after the piece slipped for the fourth time, she admitted failure and took the easiest route regarding the wand. She just tucked it right back into her hair. 