[i]“Er, sorry. I’m rambling.”[/i] I smile, raising my glass before taking another drink. I then wave her apology away. [b]“Meh, don’t worry about it, your rambling is far more interesting than any conversation I’ve had in awhile.”[/b] I set my glass down, then from the right sleeve of my robes, withdraw my wand. I twirl it between my fingers for just a few moments, gazing at its cyprus shell. 

[b]“You know. I want to tour the world one day myself,”[/b] I say, as the wand spins between my middle and index finger slowly. [b]“To learn the cultures of other wizards around the world. Maybe to learn more recipes for potions, another little passion of mine. It’s funny, so many people hate on Professor Snape, but none can deny that he sure knows what he’s doing when it comes to potions.”[/b]

I gaze at my wand a few more moments before tossing it into the air and catching it neatly at a duel-ready pose. I then slap the thing down on the table, grab my glass and take another drink, a mischievous  grin on my face. 

[b]“Alright,”[/b] I say with a chuckle. [b]“You know magic objects and artifacts quite well it sounds like. Tell me about my wand, what it means. Wandlore is something I never fully understood anyway, I’d love your opinion on the thing. Plus it’d be fun!”[/b] I give her a small wink, then sit back, awaiting her words.