Theodore idly scrawled his name in the saw dust, crossing his t's and brushed the saw dust from his fingertips on his trousers. "That's good then," he said thoughtfully. "It's a bit hard to tell really. Memories are one thing, it doesn't really change who we are," he said, "Maybe just modified slightly. I do admit it was fun to work on my own wand," he admitted. "I never knew much about wand lore until now, not in any greater context at least. I do like to build things, so that was on par."
"It was a shitshow," he said with a small laugh. "I think I was fortunate. It was nice in a way, having a different life for a week. Knowing a bit about what the future is like, having a family. Even if they aren't here, I never had a sibling, so even missing that was sort of illuminating in a way," he admitted freely. He thought for a moment and realized he may have been somewhat insensitive and sighed softly. "Not to be dismissive, I'm just saying objectively. It was refreshing to see how our time is viewed by your generation. It's a interesting perspective. Maybe I'll be a little wiser for it."
Theo had always been inclined to believe that wizards depended too much on their wands, but having been without one of his own for so long he found himself longing for it. When Roxanne opened the box and held it out to him, the first thing that came to his mind was to call for it. "Accio wand," he said calling it to him, feeling a euphoric sense of relief as it came to him with no hesitation. It felt right in his hand, weighted right and comfortable. "Anything in particular you'd like me to try?" he asked as he eyed his wand with a happy and unguarded smile.