Re: Sirius & Remus & James.
Watching James handle his wand, Remus nodded. "Rush job could explain it, I suppose. Griffin mane wouldn't be a bad fit for you. But..." Taking his own wand back and slipping it into it's holster, Remus cast a few sparkler charms his father had taught him one Bonfire night. The Necrohelm wand didn't fit like his own did, especially after 18 years of faithful service. Still, it didn't seem to fight him as it seemed it was James. Another flick of the foreign wand produced a fully-formed, yet somewhat dull patronus.
"I think the problem is the wood," he declared, holding James' wand back out to him. "You're one of the most straightforward people I've ever known. This wand is anything but straight with all these twists and knots in the wood. That's why it feels like the energy is stuttering. It doesn't want to move in a straight line. In a way, Sirius is right. You and it are at cross-purposes. I'm no expert on wands. But, I've gotten pretty good working with wood ove the last decade. I can try to smooth it out some for you, if you like."
"We don't have much to go on one way or another," Remus pointed out, since 'didn't have much' was defined as 'had absolutely nothing at all'. But, he frowned slightly, senses picking up a change in Sirius' emotions he couldn't quite see an explanation for at hand. Glancing at James for a moment to see if their nominal leader had also picked it up, he looked back as Sirius jumped off the sleigh. "As long as you're not shedding on my bed, I never mind Padfoot."