She took the wand with trembling fingers and inspected it carefully. It was long and crooked like a poorly healed broken bone. It was made of walnut and, from what Hermione gathered, the string was of Thestral tail hair. She tried to bend it, but it was hard, unyielding; she remembered how the wand wobbled in Bellatrix’s bony fingers, but now the wand showed no such elasticity.