Ollivander watched the young Weasly leave a sinking feeling beginning to form within his stomach, that was the second wand today he had sold which had been in his family for years, for the second time today the words of his father came back to him "Fae are dangerous creatures. They have an understanding of magic that no other thing in this world will ever have and as a result the hair from such a race is a gift and a curse. When crafting this wand my great grandfather used elms wood in hopes of taming such power and it seems to have worked, obviously we won't know for certain until it finds a mage to bond too, we can only hope Garrick that whoever that wizard or witch is they are able to resist the old powers that will be called to such a wand'. Ollivander hoped he was overthinking it, hoped he was reading too much into two unrelated events, but today he had sold a wand destined for change and a wand wreathed in the old magic which the Weasley family had once known so closely. This did not bode well for the future.