Edgar & Clorinda
"You were, when I stole it," she said, laughing. "If you want more cherries, I'm having people over my house on Thursday to experiment with cocktails. You could always come over if you like."
Clorinda snorted. "As much as I love Indy, when you get trapped, magic works better than an imaginary door that would be blocked by tons of sand. I'll leave mystery passages to Indy, while I use my brains."
She nodded. "Hit wizard, then. Not an easy job. Not many jobs come with your own bed at St. Mungo's." Especially after the war, things had been extremely difficult for them."
She thought about it but then she shook her head. "I don't think so. The silver could interfere with the magic if you're not powerful enough, especially if completely plated. This is more like a thin rope." She shrugged. "I'd say the wand, just because it's the last one, but it's one of those things, when your last big finding is the best."