Heaving a deep sigh, seeing the desperation in her eyes and knowing her wretched situation, he felt sympathy for her plight. "I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do that, for you see, I'm in a bit of a moral predicament. As a wand maker, I serve all peoples, and so I've resolved to remain politically neutral."
He slowly stood and took a few steps to cross the entirety of the small room, where a shelf hung upon the wall at the foot of the bed. As he scanned the musty titles, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully and continued, "Training you to perform wandless magic would go directly against the laws established by this new regime. However!" He selected a book bound in a green leather cover and returned to the seat, laying the book upon the mattress beside Verity. "If you should study the instructions written in this book that you just so happened to come across in my room, doing so during your break, without my knowledge, then there is nothing I can do about it."