He watched Helga as she took in the majestic feeling the wands radiated. He stood back some so she'd have room to explore. "Sort of. The wand won't talk to you like the Hat does, but it will feel right in your hand. There is only one wand for a wizard." He crossed to the left wall and traced his hand against several of the boxes as he recalled going to get his first wand in Diagon. "We can use other wands, but they won't get us like our true wand. Sometimes though..." He sighed. "Sometimes people can't afford new wands so they'll borrow one from a brother or something." He meant Ron, of course, but he didn't want to tell Helga. His uncle clearly came a long way from there in Albus' time, but Al still knew the story. "Anyway, we can use pretty much any wand, but they won't work as easily with us as the true one."