His laughter slows down into a stutter and he coughs once to calm himself again, shaking his head. By the time he's finished enough to properly look at his wand it's a bit of a mess. Tiny amounts of moisture in the near invisible crevices of the wood have frozen and expanded, making cracks of ice that look like silvery veins along the strained wood.

"It worked... in the same way a blunderbuss works. It does the job, but... not elegantly." The hesitation in his voice extends to his expression which becomes apologetic as he shows her the wand. "I'm not sure if your wand is stronger or weaker for it."