Ophelia's Magic Shack.

Everything a spellcaster needed in life can be found there. From spellbooks to potion ingredients, the place had it all.

But the place was, especially, famous for their one-of-a-kind wands, these were specially handcrafted by Ophelia herself to suit the needs of every wizard and witch.

This explains why Cordelia was there... For the 5th time that day!

Now, this would all be fine if Cordelia was a beginner witch, but that's not the case.

No, this woman was a revered master at her craft to the point that she was deemed worthy enough to be bestowed with the title "Witch of the North"!

Ophelia sighs "Lady Cordelia, you've been losing wands left and right for the past month. In fact, you've been here five times today alone. Is there something wrong?"

The witch gives a guilty smile "I've been busy with mentoring kids that I've misplaced most of them."

The wandmaker shakes her head before going back to crafting her customer's new wand. However, a thought crosses her mind "What if another spellcaster finds your wands and tries to use them?"

"Nah. That won't happen!" Cordelia replies while twirling her mid-length, aubergine hair with her finger.

Ophelia is shocked by how relaxed Cordelia is about all of this. Normally, people would panic about the fact their wands were missing. "Why do you say so?"

Cordelia grins "I cast a protective spell on it so it'll explode if ever someone tries to use it"

"Wha—!?"

BOOM!!!

Cordelia and Ophelia exchange a glance before running outside.

Sure enough, a wizard stood there, mouth agape. His face covered in soot from the explosion as he stares at the tip of the wand he had picked up.

Cordelia skips over and takes the wand "Thank you very much!"

Ophelia blinks a few times.

BOOM!!!

Another wand is found,

BOOM!!!

And another,

BOOM!!!

And another!

The rest of Cordelia's day was filled with collecting her wands while Ophelia just watches the spectacle.

Guess even the best people can be screw ups...