Sunday evening, Gryffindor Common Room.
Loren and Hermione came in from outside and saw Harry and Ron surrounded by a group of young wizards. Ron was animatedly telling them something, while Harry and the others wore pained expressions of utter refusal.
The two walked over and saw a brand-new wand lying on the table.
Ron spotted them too and got to his feet to greet them. "Hey! Loren, Hermione, come take a look at my new wand."
Before Loren and Hermione could react, the young wizards around them looked even more miserable at those words.
The two found seats and sat down.
Ron looked delighted. "Ollivander carefully selected this for me. It's fourteen inches long, made of willow, with a Unicorn Tail Hair core—"
Harry cut Ron off and quickly continued, "Willow is an extremely rare wand wood with extraordinary healing properties. Willow wands have very beautiful grain and are especially suited for advanced Silencing Charms. However, willow wands usually choose wizards with tremendous potential."
He spoke incredibly quickly, like an emotionless reading machine.
Ron glared at Harry, intending to continue.
Before Ron could speak, Seamus swiftly jumped in. "Unicorn Tail Hair generally produces the most stable magic and is least likely to suffer from fluctuations or blockages. Wands with Unicorn Tail Hair cores are generally the least likely to submit to the Dark Arts. They are the most loyal of all wands."
Ron had had enough. Someone had stolen his thunder twice. He glared at the two of them angrily. "Hey! It's my wand."
"Yeah." Harry clutched his head in agony. "You've been talking about it for an hour. Every time someone comes in, you drag them over and tell them all about it, and you won't even let us leave."
Seamus also complained, "We can recite it by