Snow always meant good things in Luna's past experiences, never had she had something bad happen to her or those around her while the snow floated down around them. In fact, Dumbledore's Army was founded on a snowy day, and that was an event that forever changed her life and world. Snow reminded of decorating big green trees around her house at Christmas time with her mother and father when she had been just a little witchling, and by herself to surprise her father when she had been older.
She nodded to his comment, as she had spent countless hours simply hearing Mister Ollivander talk about wand magic. They had shared stories and experiences with little else to do, and she had learned at least a little about what woods and wand cores did what to the nearly living entity that wands were. "Each wand is completely unique, and chooses its owner. Mine was designed solely for me years ago, after the first was taken." Luna was merrily leaving a perfect line of dainty footprints in the snow as she spoke, "White willow wood and a unicorn tail core."
"Some can," she answered, "All have the potential, but many do not see a reason to learn difficult wandless magic when wand magic is sufficient."