Once the wand was in my hand, I freed my left and then my right wrists as Luna went ahead and undid the rest of the restraints that kept me tethered to the bed. Crookshanks was happily licking my arm as I scratched behind his ears and under his chin, and I was glad that he had shown up. My wand, however, felt different. This is my wand, but I've dealt a lot of Dark Magic with the Wand of Destiny.