"You wanted to see me, Professor Dumbledore?" Remus smiled calmly at her, but her nerves were still a wreck. What did he need?
"Yes. I wondered if I might take a look at your wand."
She looked surprised. "Not my wand-a wand. He took it from someone, I think. I ended up with it. I was told I could get a new wand soon that matched me like Timothy's…" She handed it over. "May I ask why?"
Dumbledore took it, and smiled. "Look familiar, Remus?"
He handed it over to Remus. He looked at it for a moment before smiling. "Mahogany, Unicorn hair, 12 and ½ inches. But what does the wand have to do…?"
"Everything," Dumbledore said. "It is your wand, therefore there is still a connection between it and you. If I am correct, that is why you could see some of Miss Riddle's memories."
She shifted uncomfortably. "That was your wand?" she asked.
He nodded. "My first wand. I did grow out of it, however, and I gave it to my mother for safekeeping…" He trailed off.
"I did like the wand," she said quietly. "It was a nice wand, but it never seemed to have…that special quality Timothy told me about. I never completely understood it…"
He smiled a bit. "Well, we best be getting you a wand, haven't we? Timothy would probably want to come, wouldn't he?"