You grin, picking up the wand and holding it out to him. "Alright, if you don’t believe me, give it a try yourself."
He rolls his eyes but reaches for it, humoring you with an exaggerated sigh. The moment his fingers wrap around the wand, his expression shifts slightly, a flash of curiosity flickering across his face. You can tell he feels it too—the odd warmth, the almost magnetic pull the wand seems to have.
"See? Told you it feels... different," you say, watching his reaction closely.
He chuckles, brushing it off. "Sure, maybe it just heats up when you touch it. Doesn’t mean it’s magic."
But as he waves it around, a spark of light flickers at the tip, making both of you jump back slightly. He laughs it off again, but you see his eyes widen a little as he steadies himself, holding the wand more seriously now.
"Alright, so… what spell should I try?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at you, still skeptical, but clearly intrigued.
He uses wand on a glass of water