[credences flushes, ducking his head to hide a somewhat skeptical smile. he's flattered mr. graves might compare him to himself, and consider what he's done to be real magic, but both of these things seem kind of impossible.]
I don't know--I wouldn't say I can manage magic. Until I can, I guess. Could you--make a wand out of anything?
[modesty's toy wand had looked suspiciously real--and the way she had defended it was itself suspicious. how had she known the difference between a real wand and a toy? could a proper young witch, whose magic hadn't yet been distorted, just tell?]
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I don't know--I wouldn't say I can manage magic. Until I can, I guess. Could you--make a wand out of anything?
[modesty's toy wand had looked suspiciously real--and the way she had defended it was itself suspicious. how had she known the difference between a real wand and a toy? could a proper young witch, whose magic hadn't yet been distorted, just tell?]