At the return of Erica to the waiting room, Draco felt caught up in a sense of vertigo, feeling like a teenager who’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing.<br/>Trying to alleviate the feeling, Draco accepted the wand, feeling a great sense of comfort in having the wand back on his person. He did a quick nod to show his gratitude, still feeling weird about being referred to as healer, even if it also made his chest swell with pride.<br/>His wand showed no signs of being different and yet it felt different to handle now. Maybe it was just the knowledge that he would be able to freely do magic now, not having to worry about what it might look like or having to consider using wandless magic for things that seemed questionable.<br/>Not wanting to linger too long in the thought, afraid that he’d grow emotional if he allowed himself to linger for too long, Draco put the wand back in the strap by his hip, feeling immensely comforted by the feeling of it presses against his thigh.