"Oh, I see," said Stephen, relaxing back in the chair, his expression growing a bit more grim. "Well, I've heard of that, of course. Everyone has."
To the question about his wand, he said, "I bartered for it. There was no way of getting to my Gringotts account, and by the time there was I wouldn't have doubted if they'd just spent it." He took his wand out to examine it idly. "Took me a little more than a month, but I managed to get this. It's an heirloom, but it works for me. I just hope my theory is correct and it won't break. People who keep wands in the family generally care about purity, I think."
"So you're just using any old sod who comes waltzing in," he said, laughing a little. "But alright. Where's your kitchen?"