Re: The Doctor/ Sirius Black
"Oh," Sirius said, sounding quite a bit more relieved at that explanation. That he didn't have a problem with. Hell, he pulled his wand out from his back pocket to show her. It was a nearly squarish thing, inflexible, and it fit in his hand perfectly. "Dark oak. Dragon heartstring. Some are different, down to shape, color, what's in em, how big they are. It all matters. Dunno why, really. The wand chooses the wizard. That's how it's always been."
He didn't mind talking about it, but he supposed this was a fairly poor setting, so he shrugged, and drew a lazy colorful line in the air with it, since it was out. "Business for wizards? I suppose it depends on the wizard, don't you think?" His parents' ideas of business were not his. Nor would they be the Potters'.