"You do not have a wand?" Salazar questioned, eyebrows winging upwards. "I was eight years old when my uncle crafted me mine," he explained his confusion as he turned around and returned to his seat in the armchair that flanked the couch.
"Perhaps you can make do without. Not all magic needs a wand. If you train yourself well enough, and become a witch of extraordinary skill and mastery, you could perform all magic without one, but that would take years," Salazar said, before his memory seemed to circle back to Helga's question.
She had asked about the book. He looked down at the cover, absently brushing his fingers over the lettering. "I have finished your book. I found some parts of it enjoyable, and others less agreeable to my satisfaction."