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"If it's what works, it's what works."
Sonny hadn't ended up with a wand of wood or bone or glass or thin-spun shimmering silver.
"It works," Sonny said, grinning.
He held up his wand, which was very-nearly a staff and could probably be altered into one, and cast a quick spell at the target downfield.
Everyone stared at the impressive results and then at Sonny, who thunked one end of the long lead pipe against the ground and rested his hand on the other. Perhaps it would become a cane instead.
"It works," Sonny repeated, still grinning.
