Luna glanced up from the wand again, hair had fallen back in her face. "You know Rolf? I never asked." She admitted, and lifted the broken wand up from it's small stand, holding it back out to Rolf.
"I could save it. The wood is splintered though, it'll never send a spell straight again. But I could possibly dig out the core, re-set it in a new body? It would take time... It'd be easier to purchase a new one honestly." She gestured behind her to the literal mountains of wands, "I could find you something akin to what you have. Not the same tree, but the same set of woods... that sort of thing."
She wanted to ask him about the merfolk - a full year trapped with them in the lake, and Luna had never ventured down to see them. That was rude she thought, and felt bad at just the thought. They were trapped too. She wanted to know how he spoke to them. Did he have to be underwater like Harry had? What did he use to breath? Was it on purpose?