"Does each wizard only get one wand?"

"Not at all," he says, humming. "It's unusual to have two at once - wands can get jealous of each other rather easily - but some wizards find having specialized wands helps. Jealousy can be less of a problem with brother wands - those whose core was from the same source - meaning that unicorn hair is popular for that, since unicorns tend to provide the largest number of brother cores." He squints at her. "I hardly think a unicorn hair wand would like you, though - you strike me for dragon heartstring. Perhaps phoenix feather, when you have more mastery of yourself, though some wands will be willing to grow into that."

"How do you- test for that? Whether a wand fits."

"With experience, you can tell if a wand is near someone it likes - though the real test would be putting one in your hand, and seeing how eagerly it makes magic for you."

"Huh. Cool."

He nods, smiling a little. "It is very cool. Now, if we may begin testing...? - Of course, it matters some if you intend to have two wands, as there would be no point introducing you to more jealous sorts..."

"How much is a wand?"

"Seven galleons even."

"...Then yeah. Two."

Smile, again. "Let's see if we'll find two who get along with each other, then."

He introduces her to a variety of wands - beech ("These wands like wise wizards, worldly ones..."), cedar ("Never cross a wizard with a cedar wand, unless you know what you're doing... They're perceptive, and frightful adversaries..."), elm ("More wizards try for these than get them - they're prestigious, associated with sophistication and dignity..."), walnut ("Good if you want a want that will never turn from you - they care not a whit for morality, just for the brilliance of their wielders..."), others. The majority are dragon heart string - phoenix feathers, Ollivander notes, are rare. Most of them work - but a little, and they don't feel quite right in her hands, and most of them don't particularly like each other (except the walnut, which seems not to care). The yew wand, dragon string core, comes closest ("A picky wood, this - has a way of telling if its wielders are destined for greatness, and it's tied to mastery of life and death..."), humming in her hand. Ollivander looks at her, frowning a bit, thoughtful - "That one might well be suited to you," he admits, slowly. "But I think there's another I can try." A glance at Professor Reynolds. "Perhaps another two, even - though neither, I suspect, will work well with this one."

"This one doesn't- quite feel right."

He nods. "It and the walnut from earlier would work together, certainly, and you could win them over - but I pride myself in perfect fits."

He takes the yew wand from her, presenting her with, "Fir, phoenix feather core. Nine inches exactly - a short wand, but an immensely precise one. Not too rigid, but it won't bend easily. Prefers a strong, focused mind, and is good for transfiguration." Pause. "I often find wielders of fir wands a bit intimidating, myself." (The wand's one of the plainest in the shop, lines smooth and subtle.)

She takes hold of it and gives it a wave.

The air around her lights with silver and purple sparks, crackling almost, and her hair stands on end a bit. The wand feels firm in her hand, its presence determined - it's easy to move, doesn't fight her in subtle ways like the other wands did.

"Yes."

He grins, delighted. "Splendid! For the other - "

A second wand, longer, wood a rich, dark shade with a more pronounced grain swirling around it, though it has equally clean lines. "This one's black walnut, also with a phoenix feather core. Thirteen and a half inches, more supple and better for dramatic workings, I suspect - and especially good for charms. It seeks self mastery - especially wizards with good instincts and awareness. It's immensely loyal when won over, but it dislikes insincerity of any kind, and it grows finicky in the hands of someone deceiving themselves."

He offers it to her. It seems - eager, almost.

She picks it up and gestures with it.

It feels different from the other - it flexes better, for one, though it moves just as easily. It's lighter to the touch. It feels like it's hers, though, and she has a strange sense of every inch of it, of how it can move -

It doesn't give off sparks or electricity when waved - rather, Ollivander's desk rises smoothly into the air.

"-oh, sorry." Um. She waves the wand again and tries to think gentle down.

It lowers! Gently, even.

Ollivander just laughs. "No problem at all! A rather polite wand, if mischievous - and I've had to put my shop back together more than once when introducing wands to their wizards."

"Will it- work with the other?"

"They seem not to have had any trouble - but you can try holding them both at once, if you like, though I imagine using them both at once will take rather a lot of practice."

She picks the fir wand up again.

The wands each hum - then settle. There's no feeling of mild clashing like there was with earlier sets.

Ollivander makes an interested noise. "A rather curious pair..."

"Seems like it works."