“Oh, you know, the fanciest.” Ernie said dryly. Carefully, he handed his wand to her, taking a step back from her. It’s not that he necessarily thought that Luna might attack him (with his own wand no less) but that he’d had no defense from her if she decided to. She’d been through a lot lately, and there was no way to tell if it had cracked her a bit.
“Well, I’m sure someone is very disappointed to go through the hassle of making such a unique wand for it to end up in the possession of someone who can’t do magic.”