"Oh, I had a gorgeous wand," he said wistfully. "Broke the bloody thing in a duel. Robert said I was lucky that was the only thing I lost. Robert saved my butt, but the wand was a goner.
"It was 11 inches, beautfully marked tiger maple, with a sphinx hair core, with handcarved tigers in the handle. My grandfather bought it for me one Christmas. What i'm using now is an old beat up wand of my older brother's. He upgraded to a really expensive, fancy one, and tossed his first wand in a drawer. So, when I broke mine, I hauled his old one out of the past and puressed it back into service. The thing looks like hell," he laughed. "But it still works.
"Khaat almost always carries two wands. I think it is a security thing for her. She has her wand, and then she almost always carries Remus's old wand someplace. She normally wears boots and tucks a wand into each boot. Not a bad habit, really. After all, where else does one tuck a 10 or 11 inch stick when one wears little skinny jeans? There isn't much room in her jeans for a wand. But I know if she ever lost or broke Remus' wand, she'd be devastated. Funny what a little wooden stick can mean to us, isn't it?"