"I've somehow managed to lose my wand. It's about the length of a ballpoint pen, a bit longer; it looks like a piece of smoked glass," he smiled at her, despite himself, finally fending off the angst just by talking it through with someone. "I fear it's gone, honestly. I can't even be sure this is where I lost it."

And that was the truth of it. He could have lost it here; he could have lost it in town, when he was rearranging things in his pockets. Maybe it had evaporated, stolen by the unique magic that powered this place. There were too many unknowns to just stand here, staring at the snow while his toes continued to freeze into useless lumps.

"Do you want to go find the cows? They're actually quite charming."