“Oh yes, I saw the cows, I pet the cows, I merrily pushed the cows, and when I slipped over my own feet under the cows, I thought it was nothing but fun,” Henry said, and sighed, still searching the ground fruitlessly.

Could he even find another wand here? He had barely tested his magic, what if without a conduit from his own world he was completely… mundane?

Henry blanched and tore his gaze away from the ground, suddenly desperate to look at anything but mud, desperately latching onto the doll-looking woman who’d spoke to him, “I’m sorry, that was short of me: yes, I saw where the cows were headed, do you need to find them?”