Alder and griffin feather.
Instead of calm she felt lightheaded for a moment when she held the pale golden wand in her hand. It was almost as if the air she was breathing was more pure than it had been moments before. Faint golden spirals could be felt in the wand pommel which the other wand did not have and this wand had fewer knots.
A special long-distance portkey was made up to allow Cordelia and Josephene to travel to Jardin Caché, a wizarding village near Paris. There Monsieur Alfonse de Froid asked her three questions: her name, her birthday, and any allergies she might have, shook her hand, and took a single drop of blood from her finger before heading into the back room where wands were kept.
He brought out only two wands and held them both out to her. She reached first for the shorter and darker of the two, though it had nearly the same appearance as the other wand in all other respects.
An immediate coolness and calm came over Cordelia and she flicked the wand, as she had seen her mother do before bringing it up to her face for closer inspection. Faint light lines could be seen in the wood and a few knots which had not been smoothed down. Cordelia looked to her mother and saw she was frowning. Apprehensive that she had done something wrong to cause her mother to appear so displeased, and in front of a shop keeper no less, Cordelia turned back to de Froid and began to hand him back the wand. He proffered the second to her and she took it hoping that something happened which her mother seemed to be looking for.
Instead of calm she felt lightheaded for a moment when she held the pale golden wand in her hand. It was almost as if the air she was breathing was more pure than it had been moments before. Faint golden spirals could be felt in the want pommel which the other wand did not have and this wand had fewer knots. Again Cordelia looked to Josephene but now her frown was even more pronounced. The shop keeper had noticed Josephene’s frown but kept watching Cordelia’s reactions to the wands. After a few deep breaths of the ultra pure air Cordelia began to hand the wand back to de Froid. He took it gingerly and took both of them behind the counter. Josephene, who had purchased her wand at Ollivander’s was not satisfied with the wands’ performance for Cordelia. De Froid, well aware that Josephene Yaxley-Pomme would expect the light show she was used to, began explaining to Cordelia before Josephene could make her demands for more wands to be tested.
“These two wands,” he said, “are particularly well matched with your birthday and body type. A March birthday is particularly well suited for wands made of alder,” he gently touched the pale wand, “and a young dark beauty, such as yourself, with this exotic purpleheart wand. Unlike some of the other wand makers who strive for a few particular traits to be evident in their wands and only choose a few cores which they know very well, I make wands of nearly all combinations of wood and core. The drop of blood that I collected indicated that these wands’ cores, scales from a Ramora fish,” he indicated the dark wand, “and a griffin feather,” his hand hovered over the alder wand, “would be best suited to you.”
He paused a moment to let the information sink in, or simply for dramatic effect. “So tell me Cordelia, how did the wands make you feel? Which one did you like the best?”
Cordelia paused for a minute thinking. “This one made me feel calm and this one made me feel really light.” A small frown furrowed her brow before she resumed her poise.
Cordelia looked at Josephene shyly, “Mother may I have the alder wand?”
The shop keeper did not wait for Josephene’s response but had already started packing up the alder wand. A few minutes more and Cordelia left the store with a small bag containing her wand and a wand servicing kit. Her mother had promised that Cordelia could go and see Ines before they had to return to England but though the wand purchasing had not taken long Josephene cut short their visit.