Wand Maintenance 101- WW Inaugural thread

After Dinner Tuesday, 21 September 1920 7:53 PM

Roufas sat in the front of his class, wondering who would show for the club. It seemed a little hokey to some, as he had found out when he overheard a couple of Slytherin students snickering to themselves in the halls earlier in the day. Still, he thought, there might be some interest in the Wandering Wands.

Each desk in the first couple of rows had a box, which at first glance seemed it might be an ordinary shoeshine kit, but it was in fact something much more useful. There were various odds and ends one might need for the task at hand. There were various kinds of sand paper, varnishes and lacquers, various kinds of wood stain, wood glue and putty, and a number of different tools.

Tonight was the inaugural meeting of the Wandering Wands society, and Roufas planned to go over some basics of wand care while also explaining the larger purpose of the club. It was useful information if one spent time in the field for one reason or another, as you could not always count on finding a wand shop handy. Roufas intended to teach students more than one way to be self-sufficient.

Roufas sat there, watching the clock. Surely someone would arrive soon?

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OOC: Note that this thread will update on 22 September 2025 at 2200hrs CST

The corridors were mostly empty most students were in their common rooms working on their homework, or just generally hanging out. This was exactly where Tulip was meant to be, well not doing her homework but certainly busy working out the logistics of plans and schemes. That was until her latest letter from home. It had gotten back to Mater that Quidditch and dueling were cancelled. Tulip was still angry about this but the latest travesty had really pissed her off. She looked at the letter again.

Tulip
I have heard that Quidditch is cancelled this year, Rose has already told me you have been in detention for lack of homework and without Quidditch, Pa and I fear what trouble you'll get yourself into, so I have asked Rose to sign you up for the two new extra curricular activities.

I expect you attend, it's not optional.

Sincerly
Mater

She had quickly discovered she'd been signed up to the wandering wands and had recieved a note today that they had a meeting. As if she didn't see enough of her Head of House as it was. To be fair he probabily wasn't going to be thrilled to see her, she'd been nothing but snarky to him since the start of term, that wasn't likely to change and why would she treat him different to every other professor just because he was her head of house.

She really didn't want to go, but no doubt Mater had Rose on spy duty, she had a worried feeling that she would be the only upper year in a room full of exuberant first years. She noticed the pocket arsonist hadn't been made to attend, Poppy hadn't had Rose sign her up, just because Tulip got a lot of detentions and a few owls had gone home apparently she needed to be occupied at all times.

Tulip walked into the room and groaned she was the first there. "Oh just fantastic" she groaned. she took a seat as far away from the front of the room as possible. She was tempted to make some snarky comment about it being a popular place but held her tounge, there was no audience here, there was little point.

As a rule Bear didn't do school activities for the most part. Mostly as they were all time sinks of distraction from his own interest. Though in his heart he considered quidditch foolishly dangerous.

Though he had to admit a certain interest in wand care. He wasn't known for being loyal to showing up to things that weren't required. However, he decided to give this a shot. At least for the first meeting to see how interesting it was. It at least seemed practical and hands on which appealed to him.

He also rather enjoyed the few camping trips his father took him on as a young child. Even if most of his memories of his father were accompanied by a litany of things he thought his father foolishly did.

It was with those details and thoughts Bear decided after dinner to go check out wandering wands instead of reading a book in the library. Worst case, he could still go to the library.

"Oh just fantastic"

He heard Tulip exclaim as he entered the room. With a look around and then back to her he couldn't figure out what she was going on about beyond potentially this looking a lot like a class. He asked " The camping trips not in a classroom or the forbidden forest right? "

Yes, he was only here for the camping trip. A camping trip that he'd only be going on if it weren't in the forbidden forest so he decided to start with his true interest first.

Alice narrowed her eyes at the back of Ruth’s head as she was pulled into the Charms classroom for Wandering Wands. “Okay, but just this once… and when this stupid camping trip comes up… I am not going,” she repeated and pulled her hand away from Ruth’s.

She looked around and smiled at Professor Bourne, though it was forced and clearly not genuine. Alice was always very respectful, and always glad to greet her teachers; but she just did not want to be here.

“Tilly’s coming, right?” she asked and looked at the desks. Boxes were on each one, the kind that had a handle across the top. She went to one and looked inside, picking up the different items inside. “What… are we doing?” she asked, looking at the other desks. All of the boxes had the same items in them.

She picked up a piece of sand paper, turning it over in her hand, then set it back down. She had no clue how to use this stuff; Alice was an upper class Pureblood… she didn’t know how to get her hands dirty. Which is why she was adamant about not going camping whenever Professor Bourne planned to do that bit of torture.

Vinnie plopped down in a seat next to the Ravenclaw who was already there. “Hello!” he said brightly. “Bear, right? I’m Vinnie.” He didn’t know much about the older student, only that the boy had something to do with clocks. Still, Vinnie was in the habit of introducing himself enthusiastically to just about everyone he met. “Have you ever gone camping before?” he asked, with genuine curiosity.

Vinnie loved camping. He had hardly glanced at the notice in the common room before making up his mind about joining the Wandering Wands.

Granted, he hadn’t actually gone camping very many times. His parents had never taken him and his four siblings, though they had an expanding tent stowed away somewhere in the house. Vinnie was pretty sure neither of them would see the point in it. Yet one of his Muggle friends in primary school had brought Vinnie camping with her family twice. Vinnie’s younger brother Henry had even joined something in the Muggle world called ‘Wolf Cubs’, and told him all about learning to start fires and do first aid with them.

So caught up in the excitement of a future trip, Vinnie’s eyes had skimmed over some of the less interesting activities. Wand maintenance sounded rather like a regular class, while Vinnie had trouble sitting through a game of wizard’s chess even outside of school. He simply didn’t have the attention span for it. He suspected this first class would involve a lot of sitting still.

Even so, he wanted to earn a badge.

Vinnie took out his wand and laid it on the desk in front of him. English Oak, Boomslang Venom Core, 11in, Springy. He vividly recalled getting it from Miss Hawthorn in Diagon Alley, and how it had felt instantly right in his hands. According to his older sister Ada, who tended to think in terms of functionality, it was a risky wand to create and quite good at Transfiguration. According to Vinnie’s father, the wand meant he was courageous and loyal.

“The camping trip’s not in a classroom or the forbidden forest right?” Bear asked from beside him. Vinnie actually wouldn’t have minded doing it in the Forbidden Forest, which he still hadn’t gotten to see. The thought of camping in a classroom was depressing, however.

He took a peek into the box sitting on his desk. Sand paper and glue he recognized, but there were other things he didn’t. “What’s this for?” he asked Professor Bourne, holding up a jar of wood putty. He wondered if the professor would allow them to stand as they worked, since it wasn’t a real class. He was already feeling a little antsy.

… I am not going.”

"You're going." Rae replied simply. Alice said a lot of things. Usually, she said those things when she didn't want to be somewhere or do something. The Slytherin girl had long since learned how to ignore her friend when she got that way, understanding that if left alone, there were too many things that Alice Ravenstone wouldn't do. Unlike kids such as herself and Benji--hell, even Tilly to some extent though she'd acclimated quickly and had taken on the persona--Alice actually was the posh pureblood type.

She was the sort you couldn't take with you when you ran the streets and had to worry about if you planned a sneak out. The girl was so rule and detail-oriented that it likely got in the way of good 'ole survival and street smarts. Rae suspected so, at least, and without the girl having ever proven her wrong before, she remained convinced that they both needed to be there.

In truth, Rae wasn't a fan of the meetings--any meetings--being held after dinner. The hospital wing and Quidditch were the only things she liked having imposed on her schedule when her school day was done.

Unfortunately...there was no Quidditch. Even more unfortunate was the fact that she didn't have her wing shift for another two hours. It was worth finding something else to occupy her time until the beloved sport could be reinstated, even if it meant extra time with the professor she wasn't particularly fond of.

Distraction was distraction, she supposed.

“Tilly’s coming, right?”

"I'm not sure," Rae confessed, allowing Alice to drift away in search of what might have been inside the boxes. "You know she kinda hobbles when she goes around now. Can't imagine she'd want to give herself all this extra work if she doesn't have to." Rae wouldn't have either, were she anything other than the sort that craved enrichment or risked destruction. With the castle already starting to settle for the night, it helped to have somewhere to be.

If only for a little.

Alice's question got her wondering if any of their other friends would show up. The club being nowhere near her priority list, Rae hadn't remembered to ask the others whether they'd signed up.

She supposed she would find out soon enough.

For now, the girl hoisted herself onto one of the tables, plopping down next to a box while her legs swung lightly.

"Careful, Tulip," she called with a wry smile over her shoulder to the disgruntled Gryffindor in the back. "I heard faces are likely to stay that way if you don't fix them soon enough."

She offered a nod of greeting to Bear and threw an extra one in for his new little friend. No questions for the professor. She wasn't fussed about what they'd be doing.

Corbin steadied himself against the doorframe before slipping inside the Charms classroom. His whole body ached, and the pounding in his skull was almost blinding from where that vase had nearly cracked it open. He shouldn’t be here. He should be back in the hospital wing, recovering. But lying in a deserted ward, while everyone else learned useful survival skills?

There was no way that was going to happen.

The light from the torches sent a sharp jolt of pain through his head. A glance around the room showed tables had replaced the desks, each with a wooden box placed atop the surface. It was strange, but familiar in its own way. He shielded his eyes with a bandaged hand before moving carefully toward an empty table.

He made a point of not noticing Elliot. How she was sat on a table near the back, her legs swinging like she owned the place. Or Asquith, who looked murderous in her corner. Both of them had been there barely hours ago, had watched him almost get eaten. Elliot had cast flowers, of all things. Flowers. While a lethifold was—

His chair scraped loudly as he pulled it out. Everything still hurt. His ribs where the creature had... wrapped around him. His hand throbbed from where his ruined knife had slipped, leaving behind deep cuts. The pain was almost soothing in a way. It was proof that he was still here, despite it.

His eyes landed on the box and he blinked in confusion. He reached a shaking hand out to fumble open the latch, exhaustion making him miss it twice. Dark bruises showed along his forearm when his sleeve rode up. Inside, the box held sandpaper in different grits. Small jars with labels that blurred when he tried to read them. Brushes. Tools he didn’t recognize.

His head felt heavy. He rested it in his hands for a moment, elbows on the table. His usual poise and manners forgotten. The room swayed slightly.

Professor Bourne sat at the front of the room. Corbin tried to focus on him but everything was too fuzzy.

“Tilly’s coming, right?” She heard Alice say as she walked into the room. Ok, not exactly walked. "I'm not sure, You know she kinda hobbles when she goes around now. Can't imagine she'd want to give herself all this extra work if she doesn't have to." Rae chimed in. Well, she wasn’t wrong.

“I’m here.” She said, plopping into a chair next to her friend and cousin. Huffing a bit with the exertion. “God, I hate these freaking things with a passion.” Glaring at the crutches, she said putting them under the desk.

“Why are we here? What is this even about?” Perhaps a bit more research would have been a good idea before signing up for this new club. With the cancellation of Quidditch and Dueling, not that it bothered Tilly much, a couple new clubs had sprung up. With the fear of missing out on new and fun things, Matilda has signed up with very little forethought.

Looking into the box on the desk in front of her, she saw sandpaper, polish, tools, and a number of other things she didn’t recognize. Picking up the bottle of lacquer, she opened the lid and took a whiff, wishing immediately that the lid had remained on. “Oh shoot, that is a do not inhale liquid if I ever smelled one. Ugh, I think I singed off my nose hairs.” Was it wise to open sealed containers and shove your nose in for a good deep smell, no.. no it was not. Did that stop the red head… Also no.

“Are the boys ditching this activity?”

The beef stew had been too good to resist going back for seconds. Elias rubbed his tummy as he pushed back from the Ravenclaw table. He shouldn't have eaten so much, but today had been kind of full on. He had thought that older kid was dead and everything.

Hogwarts classes seemed pretty scary, but he had not quite realised just how dangerous they were until now.

The warm food had made him drowsy, and all he really wanted to do was crawl into his four-poster bed and sleep for about twelve hours. But he had promised himself that he would go to this Wandering Wands thing. When Professor Battersea had explained it, the club had sounded kind of cool. Even if the timing was horrid.

He dragged himself reluctantly to the charms classroom. The stone corridors seemed to go on forever.

Elias yawned as he squeezed through the door, heading over and collapsing in a chair next to Vinnie and Bear. Today had been a long day. His robes were finally dry from the afternoon thunderstorm, but his hair still felt damp at the back of his neck. He had tried to fix it with a hot air charm, but to no avail. He wished he knew proper drying charms like the older students did. Maybe he should have had a shower?

He leant his head in his arms on his desk. His eyelids felt heavy. The warmth from the room made him want to curl up and sleep right there.

He knew better though. Professor Bourne was mean, and would drop books on your head.

Elias groaned and forced his eyes open, before sitting back up. He should at least pretend to pay attention. The weird box on the table was new. What was he supposed to do with that?

Another yawn escaped before he could stop it. He glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. If this had been back home, Mum would have scolded him for slumping. He sat up again, self-consciously.

Roufas watched as the students all filed in, wondering if he was wasting his time. Wandering Wands had a history for its members becoming some of the most noteworthy witches and wizards. Roufas himself had been a member in his younger days. Some of the crowd here seemed interested and some seemed as if they'd been drug here. Well, if nothing else, this could serve as a distraction. The first years would be well enough, though it was a strange term so far. It was the older students Roufas had concern over. They'd been present before when Nicholas and his people had caused such...chaos. The students needed this, and it never hurt to learn a thing or two to help one self.

"Welcome, everyone. Im glad to see so many of you here. Wandering Wands is a Hogwarts tradition going back quite a long time. I was a member myself."

Roufas paced back and forth, eying his students appraisingly.

" Some of you might be wondering why you're here, what this is all about. Its true that a big part of this group is about learning skills. Things that can help you when you don't have your wand to rely on. There WILL be a camping trip later in the term. We do one every year in a different location. You students will be largely in charge of things on the trip. There is not a large presence of chaperones. In all likelihood, I will probably be the only adult present during the trip due to the confidence and trust we have in you as members of the Wandering Wands."

Roufas watched the students reactions as he explained the purpose and heart of Wandering Wands. Perhaps there was a flicker here and there of real interest.

" However, the group is about more than just learning these skills. We are about forging relationships. Often you're told about the houses you're sorted into being your family away from your family. This is an extension of that. The hope is that you will come together and build upon and deepen existing friendships while finding new ones," he said. "Its also just about...having fun."

With that said, Roufas waved his wand and a variety of snacks and beverages appeared on the tables all around the students. There were snack cakes of all kinds, bowls of candy, popcorn, and nuts. Chilled bottles of butter beer materialized in iced buckets, and pitchers of sweet tea which was very American and non-british of him were made available. Another wave of Roufas' wand saw music playing softly from the gramophone in the corner.

" Right, then. Feel free to converse among yourselves and help yourselves to some refreshment. Please do pay some attention to what I'm saying also. This is good information every witch and wizard needs to know." Roufas then launched into an explanation of wand maintenance, explaining that proper care would help their wands remain strong. He talked about each piece of equipment in the boxes and even explained that with time, practice and enough learning in certain areas how the students might eventually be able to fabricate and alter their own wands, a handy skill if they should find themselves in need and not be near a wand shop to have it done for them.

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OOC: This thread will update 30 September 2025

“I’m here.”

Ah, there she was. Rae shuffled her feet so Tilly could move by her, her legs falling back into the gentle kicking rhythm once the girl had passed and found herself in a chair. She was just in time for this...whatever this meeting would turn into, but had she missed anything important, the Slytherin--and she was sure Alice, too--would've filled her in.

Not much to see at the moment, though, just people sitting around waiting to learn how to survive.

“God, I hate these freaking things with a passion.”

Dark eyes drifted over to the crutches that had become Tilly's constant companions in the last few months. Hopping around didn't look much like fun. Rae was sure she'd have gotten fed up within weeks of being told she had to keep them with her. Whatever the condition was, there was every guarantee that the 14-year-old would've made it worse, exacerbating it, by insisting she could move without them. Ruth Anaya Elliot was a great healer-in-training. A patient? She made for a shoddy one of those.

"How much longer do you have to carry those around for? Your armpits must be aching." They didn't look comfortable in the slightest. Yet another reason she wouldn't have been fussed about not taking them everywhere she went.

To Matilda's final question, Rae nodded with a shrug.

"What's else is new? They don't want to do anything but eat, practice Quidditch, or brew potions." Despite her incessant begging, Benji had refused to join half of what they had on hand. He had no choice with the library and thought Spellcasters could be fun, but nothing she said could convince him to be a nurse, and he thought--well, never mind. Wandering Wands simply wasn't for him. "We'll have to start dating each other if they keep abandoning us like this," she quipped, her tone light and as unserious as it could be, sprinkled with just a bit of dramatics.

And then the meeting began. Well, sort of. Rae didn't know what she'd been expecting from a survival club, but it certainly wasn't an entire lecture series. In her mind, there would've been more physical demands and expectations, but the longer the professor went on, the less likely it began to seem.

The Slytherin accio-ed one of the bowls of popcorn for her and her friends to share before accio-ing them each a bottle of butterbeer. As far as she understood, this was some sort of social where they'd just come to hang out for the evening, and if that were the case, they may as well get comfortable. Vaguely, she'd been aware of the man saying they should try to listen to his next speech, but he'd invited them to converse with each other and eat. Her attention span only went so far.

She wouldn't be able to do both.

"The camping trip could be fun. You think it'll be anything like Muggle Studies that one lesson where we got dumped and the storm hit?" That lesson hadn't been bad, in fact, it was the turning point in her appreciation for doing things without a wand, and was probably why the girl wasn't wrinkling her nose at Bourne's suggestion that this club would be a whole lot like living like a muggle.

After the nightmare that was Halloway, one might think they'd want to distance themselves from such rhetoric, but here they were.

He made his way towards a seat. Even if the camping trip ended up in the forbidden forest he could bail out later. After all, he didn’t have a reputation for sticking with things and there was no reason for that to change. The minute this started going south he’d be gone.

Though with the chaos that was Hogwarts the bar for when things started going south enough for him to bail had risen recently. Still, he was confident in his ability to recognize when things reached the downright dangerous point. He just hoped the box on the table before him wasn’t a portkey as he hadn’t learned to recognize those before touching them.

With a smile he looked over towards Vinnie and said “ Right. I’m Bear. “ Then he paused and took a breath to still himself a bit before he said rather evenly “ I used to go camping with my dad. Have you ever been? “

Then it started feeling a bit like a lesson with how Professor Bourne was going. As he was already full from dinner he looked over at the refreshments and wasn’t interested.

Then he looked over towards Elias and said “ You ok there. “ As in his opinion this wasn’t the best place to take a nap. Especially, as it was optional to come. Though he suspected it would be awkward for Elias to walk out now.

Considering Elias he went and got some refreshments and carried them over to where he’d been sitting. Once he got back he put them on the side of his desk towards the others saying “ Grab some chocolates. They should wake you up. “ Then opened himself up a butterbeer and took a sip as he opened the box of supplies in front of him curiously looking at it all.

Catching her breath, Tilly finally settled in her seat enough to talk with her friends. "How much longer do you have to carry those around for? Your armpits must be aching."

Nodding, because Rae was absolutely right, she sighed, nudging the crutches with her foot. “I can ditch them at any time, but my leg is still really weak. I only have a few more days of my potion to take, thank god, it’s nasty. I’ve been trying to walk more, but the stairs make it really hard.”

Looking around the room, she noticed a lack of boyfriends in attendance. "We'll have to start dating each other if they keep abandoning us like this," laughing, Tilly smiled at Rae. "As much as I love you, I don’t think that would work out well, but if they keep ditching us, I will reconsider."

As class came to attention, Tilly sat and listened to what this club would teach them over the next year. Camping… Great. She had been on a camping trip over the summer that had ended in her being hospitalized for nearly a month. Yay! This was… just… Awesome.

And then the snacks appeared. BEST CLUB EVER!

"The camping trip could be fun. You think it'll be anything like Muggle Studies, that one lesson where we got dumped and the storm hit?"

Oh lord, last year’s Muggle Studies was the worst. That island would haunt her for years. Grabbing a butterbeer and some snacks, Tilly looked in the box of supplies they had been given. Chewing on the licorice whips, humming in satisfaction at the sweet taste, Tilly shook her head at what Rae was saying. “I would hope not. Between the hurricane and the broken wrist I’d rather not go to that island ever again. Honestly, I went camping this summer and nearly died. Maybe I should just quit before things get worse.”

Taking a closer look at her wand, she saw how dirty and dinged up it was. Maybe a little wand maintenance was a good idea.

Roufas gave a much less formal lecture on how to properly maintain a wand. Instead of giving a more structured lecture, he posed questions and sought answers, allowing students to ask their own questions of him that he answered as well. After giving the students a primer on the basics of wand care, he milled about as they listened to music, snacked, and worked on their wands. It was a relaxing evening. Before the group would adjourn though, Roufas wanted to do something fun as a group.

He walked to his desk and retrieved several boxes of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, pouring them into a large bowl.

"Gather round everyone, let's all have a bean and see which flavors we are lucky, or unlucky enough to get," he said cheerfully.

Roufas reached into the bowl, selecting a dark brown bean. Surely it would be safe he thought. Probably he would get a chocolate bean, or perhaps coffee he thought to himself as he popped the morsel into his mouth. Chewing into the bean, his face immediately turned into a sour expression as he reluctantly finished the bean, washing it down with a healthy swig of butter beer.

"Dirt," he said with a grimace and wry chuckle as he offered the bowl to each student in turn.

For a girl with mobility problems, Matilda sure liked to make things harder for herself. Rae watched the girl go to grab her own snacks and drinks despite having just accio-ed enough for them and Alice to share. Rae looked at what now amounted to an extra bottle of butterbeer for herself, but she wouldn't complain. Depending on how long the meeting lasted, the girl might well end up needing that second bottle to tide her over.

Realising she might be the only one eating the popcorn she'd gotten for the three of them, Rae gave a mild shrug and helped herself. A bit more butter would've taken her taste buds to the next level, but she supposed she wouldn't complain about this either. Snacks were snacks while she waited to see what this club was really about.

"As much as I love you, I don’t think that would work out well, but if they keep ditching us, I will reconsider."

Tilly was right. For several reasons she was apparently not meant to discuss in polite society, they really wouldn't be able to make substitutions so easily. Rae was a simple girl with simple needs, simple desires, and simple solutions. She didn't ask for much, didn't require much, but what she did require was the non-negotiable sort. The girl loved her boyfriend and didn't think she'd enjoy cuddling Matilda nearly as much.

It really just wouldn't be the same.

"Just our luck, we don't wanna do without them." She'd never say it, in case Benji's head grew too large for his shoulders, but there really was no replacing Benji Laurence. Not for her.

“I would hope not. Between the hurricane and the broken wrist, I’d rather not go to that island ever again. Honestly, I went camping this summer and nearly died. Maybe I should just quit before things get worse.”

Rae popped some more of the popcorn into her mouth; the professor's light lecture was lost against the words of her friend. Tilly hadn't had the best luck when it came to the outdoors. It seemed the moment she was removed from comfort, everything declined quickly. A girl like her redheaded friend wouldn't have lasted her first winter out on the streets. Then again, Rae had realised most of the people she knew wouldn't have.

"You sure this club will be alright for you, Matilda? The next outdoor excursion might be the one that does you in for real." It hardly seemed worth it, save maybe the snacks, but they could get snacks from the kitchen, too.

"Gather round everyone, let's all have a bean and see which flavors we are lucky, or unlucky enough to get."

The professor's voice cut through the music, putting an end to the conversations she'd been having with her friends. Thinking it was for another lecture, Rae had almost chosen to remain sitting, but the latter half of his invitation caught her attention. Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. It had likely been a year since she'd last partaken of such a snack. Rae, a girl who could be impulsive, did not care for surprises in the things she chose to put in her mouth. The young Slytherin always had a good idea of what to expect when she was offered treats. Those beans had always been the exception. Brown didn't always mean chocolate, blue didn't always mean blueberry, green could very much be boogers. In the middle of all of that was her tongue, wondering when she'd finally learn her lesson.

Resigned to yet another unpleasant experience with the cursed candy, Rae stepped up and took one that had a dark purple colour to it. Regret greeted her before it ever got to her mouth, and when she did taste it, the girl immediately spit it back into her hand.

It wasn't a flavour she had any intention of swallowing.

"Ink," came one miserable word as she vanished the bean.

Disgusting.

The lesson on wand care was actually useful. Some of the directions for polishing were rather similar for wood care for the outside of wooden clocks. Some of the things he might try on a broken or lesser clock to see if it improved them.

As for his own wand in front of him he looked over the box of supplies and used some of them. After all, there was no sense to not maintain his own wand with the supplies in front of him. It certainly wasn't something he normally did, or even thought of doing. If his wand started working better after this session perhaps he'd maintain it more like was discussed.

He hoped the camping trip at the end of this wouldn't be as lecture-y as today was.

Then he curiously looked up with a slight look of confusion on his face as Bertie Botts were brought up. Naturally he was familiar with them and had them before. The surprise was fun even if he'd been known to just swallow bad ones or spit them out. Though considering they were in a classroom spitting them out and banishing them probably wasn't an option.

He grabbed his butter beer and put walked over to the group hearing the flavors they got. Considering the luck of the day he had his butterbeer ready to just swallow the bean as he took one. Putting the bean in his mouth he bit into it. Then he shrugged and said " Not sure what it is. Tastes like an odd salty spinach. "

If Bear had recognized the flavor he'd of said seaweed, but he didn't.

Then he shrugged and said " I guess I got lucky. "