Albus was still surprised that Helga picked him to help her pick a wand, but he was excited all the same. Was there anything better than watching a witch or wizard receive a wand for the first time? Just like the Sorting Hat, the wand was tied so specifically to a wizard's emotional state that it fascinated Alby. Sometimes he wondered how moods played into the sorting and wand picking. Would the results remain the same in several years? He knew wandlore was complicated, but, still, he wondered about the external and internal effects on the wands.
Okay. He realized he was distracted so he reminded himself to focus. His brain just shot off in so many directions! "The wand chooses you, Ms. Helga." He turned to her with a smile. "I think Headmistress left a few she thought might work." He pointed toward several wands laid out neatly across the counter. "There are all sorts of wood and cores and lengths," he added."Mine is ten inches, yew, and unicorn tale."