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Paris smiled. He actually, genuinely smiled. If only the entire seventh-year class were there to see it, they’d probably drop dead. It wasn’t a wide, toothy smile - it was more of a subtle smirk, but it was there, clear as day. Although if anyone actually mentioned it there was no doubt he’d tear them apart for thinking he’d gone soft. “You’re an excellent duelist, Severus. It’s about time you had a wand to match your skill set.” He narrowed his eyes, rejecting the idea completely. “You will accept it, otherwise I’ll force it down your throat and I’d rather not, because I spent a lot of money on that wand.” Ah, there he was. Back to his usual self.
Severus lifted the wand from it’s box, holding it delicately in his hand, as if if he held it too tight it would disappear. It was a long wand, maybe 13″ inches, and made out a dark wood, it fit perfectly in his hand. “Paris...” It was rare for Severus to refer to his friend as anything other than Avery. “I can’t thank you enough.” He said, clearing his throat a little. He was not one for public displays of emotion, or any emotion for that matter and Paris was the same, so he restrained his overwhelming gratitude. “No forcing down throats needed.” He said, extending his hand for a shake, which by Severus’s standards, was the equivalent to throwing his arms around Paris in an embrace.