‘This could be somewhat problematic,’ Maria thought, as she frowned down at the thousand tiny splinters of wood that used to be her wand. It was the first time she had tried to cast a warmth spell, and it didn’t seem to have gone quite to plan. Maria could only assume that it had backfired somehow, for the second she had finished the incantation her wand had instantly become so searingly hot that she had dropped it, yelping in pain as it burned through the flesh on her right palm. On the upside, she supposed, she could no longer feel the cold; the angry throbbing pain radiating from her wand hand had seen to that. On the downside, however, she was now in something of a bind. She couldn’t fix her wand without a working wand, and she wouldn’t have a working wand unless she fixed her wand. Maria sighed and sat down cross-legged on the cold flagstone floor, wafting away the final few whisps of smoke from the charred remains of her wand. She pulled her travel-sized copy of Spells for All Occasions out of the inside pocket of her jacket and consulted the index.
Reanimation, human (90)
Reattachment, limb (65)
Reattachment, handle (13)
Recovery of health (7)
Recovery of stolen goods (3)
Removal, evil spirits (8)
Removal, horns (12)
Repairs, clothing (20)
Repairs, housing (48)
Repairs, wand (35)
She flipped to page 35, and was relieved to find a sub-heading labelled Wandless Variant partway down the page. Maria read through the instructions slowly and carefully, then read them again just for good measure. It seemed to be a fairly straightforward piece of magic; a couple of rhymes and a swishy hand motion a bit like conducting a bar of 4/4 time and her wand should be good as new.
‘Here goes nothing,’ she thought to herself, taking a deep breath.
“This splintered wood I place afore me;
A witch’s plea doth now beseech thee:
Fix the wand which hath been broken,
Take heed of that which hath been spoken!”
CRACK! A blinding flash of purple light filled the room.
Maria blinked to clear the purple spots from her vision, then opened her eyes expectantly.
‘Damn.’ she said, and turned to page 48.