He nods. "Though they have a rather strange bit of lore to them - most phoenixes only ever give a single feather, if that, adding to the rarity of the core. However, the sources of both your cores each gave more than one feather, and the correspondences between brother wands and wielders can be rather fascinating..."

"Huh."

Thin smile. "For the black walnut wand - that phoenix gave a rather stunning three feathers, all of which have now found homes. The third in you, the second in a year mate of yours, actually - Anathema Canta, ebony wand, thirteen inches, swishy. The first - in your professor, here."

She turns to look at Professor Reynolds.

She smiles. "A strange coincidence. I haven't met Miss Canta yet, though..."

"...I'd like to meet her, I think," she decides.

"You'll likely have the chance on the train to Hogwarts - or at the castle itself."

"Anathema Canta. Right." She nods to herself, then turns back to the wandmaker. "Thank you for your assistance."

"You're quite welcome - though there's the question of your fir wand, as well... That phoenix gave two feathers, you see." Dramatic pause. "The other... Why, that wand was the one that gave you that scar."

"I see."

"Destinies can end up oddly intertwined with such wands..." he muses.

"Maybe it's just retroactive."

"Maybe so."

"Well. Thank you also for the information."

She's ready to wrap up this transaction now.

Professor Reynolds nudges him into not getting distracted from taking Ellie's money.

And then they can leave.

Both her vest and her pants have long, thin pockets that she realizes now must be for wands. She stores the fir wand in her pants and slips the other into her vest.

That stop was kind of a lot.

"Can we get lunch?"

"Of course. My treat."

"Any preferences?"

"Something new. And tasty."

"I think I can manage that."

She leads them to a restaurant tucked away into a side street, with a patio outside and private booths inside. The food's all enchanted - not to move, but to sparkle, or glow, or stay in a delicate filigree form, and it doesn't change temperature over the meal. The flavors are complex, layered in ways that probably aren't possible without magic. Some of the foods referenced in the descriptions are familiar, but a lot seem to be from magic plants and animals.

Professor Reynolds seems decently well known by the staff. Her drink's a smokey shade with what sure looks like glowing embers swirling in it, though she offers to get sampler platters to share with Ellie for food.

Sampler platters are good. Otherwise she'd have to come back a lot.

"I think their food's rather worth that, myself."

So, two different sampler platters - one covering more traditional British wizarding foods, one covering 'innovations and fusions.' (All of them fairly creative.) Some of it probably references muggle foods - still, wizards have spent most of the last few centuries diverging culturally, with their cuisine often involving different ingredients, and it shows. Wizards seem to like sweets and spices for flavor, mostly.

"But there's other restaurants to try."

All of it is definitely better than Petunia's cooking.

"True - not the widest variety in the world, but certainly more than one."

"Better than nothing."

"I suppose so."

She doesn't seem in any rush to finish the meal.

"Do you have any new questions about the wizarding world or magic?"