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Callie was in full concentration while looking at all the wands laid in front of her. She was already squatting on the ground since all of these wands were just on the floor on top of a white mat and all over the place. There were about a hundred wands on sight, and who knows if he was still hiding more. And that exact number was making everything hard for her. "What the--" She grabbed her pained hand and completely slumped on the ground as she threw a glare to the old man who once again flinched whenever she would almost throw a curse from too much anger. "This thing never works! I don't feel my hand anymore. It's already numb! I've spent an hour already looking for that flipping wand!" It had been an hour like she said, and she couldn't seem to find the right wand for her. She was fee