"What's the wand for anyway?"
"It's not a wand. It's a specific length of Huon Pine--"
"Wand," Matt repeated.
"And you're holding it wrong."
"Okay, why don't you do it then? It's your magic wand."
"It's not a wand, and it's not magic... Anyway, I can't do it. I'll be busy reading the incantation."
"Also not magic?"
"It may seem like magic to the untrained-- Careful! Don't wave it around like that!"
Suddenly, there was a loud whoosh and a jet of blue flame.
"Oops," Matt said, as Charlie stomped out the smouldering remains of his favourite cap.