There are magical things of all sorts, Sirius knows. Kell isn't wrong. But no dragons so far as he's aware. And he's fairly sure there's no wand maker to recreate what he's lost.
Or perhaps there is and he's simply had no need to search them out until now.
"Yours?" Sirius replies then, eyes widening at the suggestion. There's no denying that Kell is a magical thing, and precious, but Sirius has never heard of using blood of any sort before, human or otherwise. He knows of hairs and feathers and heartstrings and he remembers at least reading about bone in one or two, but blood? How might such a thing alter his magic? Would it even work at all?
It's a compelling thought if nothing else.
"Do you know of any wand makers?" he asks, sitting up a bit straighter, the idea enough to momentarily pull him out of his melancholy before he quickly shakes his head. "No, of course not. Why would you? Harry's little shop might have books, though. And I know it has wands, just not my wand."
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Or perhaps there is and he's simply had no need to search them out until now.
"Yours?" Sirius replies then, eyes widening at the suggestion. There's no denying that Kell is a magical thing, and precious, but Sirius has never heard of using blood of any sort before, human or otherwise. He knows of hairs and feathers and heartstrings and he remembers at least reading about bone in one or two, but blood? How might such a thing alter his magic? Would it even work at all?
It's a compelling thought if nothing else.
"Do you know of any wand makers?" he asks, sitting up a bit straighter, the idea enough to momentarily pull him out of his melancholy before he quickly shakes his head. "No, of course not. Why would you? Harry's little shop might have books, though. And I know it has wands, just not my wand."