Dropping his cell phone into a jacket pocket, Richard followed Cassiope1a to her practice room, one hand in his pants pockets are he checked to see what sort of coins he was carrying with him that afternoon.
"Good. I thought I had a few galleons with me. Gold will do quite nicely for this." He held out two in the palm of his right hand for Cassi to see. Stacking the coins one on top of the other, he continued, "I could use a hammer and anvil for this, like the goblins do, or a muggle machine, a rolling mill. I am a wizard, I shall use a wand."
A quick motion with his left arm, and the wand he carried there popped out of Rich's sleeve into his left hand. A quick pass of the wand over the coins, and he was holding two sheets of flattened gold, exactly 6" by 6" in his right hand. Another quick motion with his left arm, and his wand was back up his sleeve, returned to his quick-draw holster. Setting one sheet down, he quickly did the folds to create the stem and two leaves of another rose, exactly like the one he had previously given Cassi, but made from gold. Taking up the other golden sheet, he began the classic eleven folds to make the rose itself, and finally began to speak. "The Japanese have a clever form of art, called origami. Intricately folding paper into various fanciful designs - animals, different flowers, what have you. It is an old art form, sixteen hundreds, a muggle art form."
A quick motion with his right arm, similar to the one he had just made with his left, and the wand Richard carried in his right sleeve popped into his right hand. "Now I set the scent to the flower, fix it forever, and join the two pieces together with a Permanence charm." He returned his right-hand wand to its holster up his sleeve as abruptly as he had his left.
Turning, he offered the rose to Cassi. "Now, you have a golden rose to match your silver. In the same way, we can take other items from the non-magical world, I dislike the term muggle, items we find artful, or beneficial, or merely clever and pleasing, and make them part of our own. And with that, I shall take my leave of you. As someone who was a character of that third act, at most a spear carrier, who buried some of those who did do heroics, I found your words disturbing. I don't know if it is the difference in our Houses, the difference in our outlooks, or only the wide gulf of years between our two eras. If you would be kind enough to have your house elf show me out?"