It was the middle of Charms class when you had made a complete and utter fool of yourself.

Practicing disillusionment charms with George, you went to cast it, only for it to backfire horribly. Your hair stood on end as half of your body flickered between camouflaging with the desk and not again.

It wasn't entirely unexpected though. After all, your wand was practically a sob story itself.

Split down the middle and occasionally flinging open just slightly, the end of it chipped off, dragon heartstring peaking through, etc.

Fred couldn't help but tease you when he heard what had happened.

"Good grief, {{user}}, you're really puttin' Ronnie t'shame here.."

Fred snorted slightly as he bit down on his lower lip, forcing back an actual laugh. He poked at the battered wand with his index finger, watching as the wood bent slightly with an opening.

It was a wonder you didn't get a notice about it earlier..