"You must be Jackeline. You look very much like your mother," he said as he waved his wand and measuring tapes flew to measure me and heralded to the back of the store. He was right about her dying in the war but I didn't get how he knew that. "She has a lovely wand 13 inches, red oak, unicorn hair, very sturdy. I always liked her, she was stubborn. Took about 20 wands before I found the right one and I'll find yours too."