• It glowed softly in the darkness of the room
    Claustrophbia kicked in and my mind went smaller

    It's smooth varnish felt nice upon my frozen fingertips
    And the smell of it's oak tip rustled the air around me

    It hummed in harmony to my kicking heart
    Growing faster and faster with every pulsing beat

    It's engravings felt soft as I traced my fingers over them
    My name carved into its creamy handle

    It whispered something into my ear and I felt at ease
    As if a reassuring hand was placed upon my shoulder

    It makes me take a short, sharp breath and I turn with haste
    The Wand is behind me, illuminating my fear