She was back in the stacks, going through the wands. Although she had thought through a few more wands to make, Felixa had taken to the idea of attempting to decide what wand that they had was most likely to suit Marek Bobbin. She knew only a little about him and lacked his wand measurements, but it was a game of logic, understanding, and intuitive feeling. After all, the first wand they had anyone try rarely chose the individual. Her new wand had taken her two attempts.
The charm went off saying someone had entered, which meant that either someone was very anxious for a new wand or Marek Bobbin had arrived. A male voice carried as she made her way through, which certainly was able to be Mr. Bobbin. That a man of the age of that voice called out for her and not Mr. Ollivander settled it in her mind. Wand shops were not intensely repetitive with customers until someone had children, for the most part. Many people went their whole lives with one wand.
Although she hadn't thought it entirely through, Felixa decided she would first suggest the basilisk fang 12" sturdy Australian blackwood wand, if he were for some reason needing a new wand and she didn't take his measurements. But that was not the point of their meeting, and she very much wished Mr. Bobbin didn't need a new wand given he was going to be casting very important wards. Stepping out from the stacks, though still behind the counter, Felixa moved to the side to come to the front to greet him. "Hello Mr. Bobbin," she smiled, "I'm glad to see you."