Draco held two wands.
The wind and snow blurred the distant path, and blurred his eyes as well.
He tucked his own wand back into his belt and raised his father's wand. Its magical signature lingered affectionately against his hand. With a gentle flick, it responded to him almost as well as his own wand, accommodating him as much as possible, though due to the difference in materials, this wand could not fully unleash Draco's magic.
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