Watching the dog as they passed (and wishing he could have managed to teach the same kind of obedience to Mouse), he slowed his walking as they started toward the back room. He leaned one shoulder in the doorway, giving a wary look around as Bobby went inside. Oh, right, a question.
"Wand size, or so. Left my set in my last universe, I'm afraid." It wasn't quite the same thing as a wand, but fighting thousands of pages' worth of fantasy fiction vocabulary was past even Harry's level of stubborn.
"At the risk of prying- and feel free to tell me to shut up, I get it a lot- where did all of this come from?" The guy hardly struck him as a fanatic, but then there wasn't anything inherently powerful about him that Harry could feel, either. He'd mentioned being a hunter- which, while far more descriptive than 'wizard' as far as job titles go, still didn't say too much.