Hermione was very much opposed to crying, but that didn't seem as if it was going to stop the few stray tears that escaped, and she was quick to wipe them away. Her fingers were curled around the strange wand as if they weren't going to let it go.
"Thank you, Bill." She tried not to sound small as she said it.
Unicorn hair, that was going to take some getting used to. But she couldn't be too worried about how it would work now, when anything was better than the broken shards of her own wand.