Since I made a wand for my oldest child when she became enraptured with all things Harry Potter, I knew it was only a matter of time before her brother was old enough to follow suit and I’d be making another one:
For my daughter’s wand, I actually included her mother’s hair in the wand’s core (“There’s no stronger magic than a mother’s love.”). In this case, my wife was not available at the moment of assembly, so my own hair was substituted. We’ll chalk it up to some kind of gender kinship and call it intentional.
The whole affair is tied up with string, addressed according to wizard post standards, and will be delivered “by owl” tonight. I even have a (clean) feather to leave at the scene of delivery.
Unfortunately, a lack of foresight required me to recreate the template for the box from scratch. I have no idea why I didn’t save it, but I did this time.