I love the gold swirl going up the wand and ending in a solid gold tip.
This is the same son who at the age of 5 divined that I was anxious about the mail coming (I had queried my very first agent and was obsessively checking the mailbox every 15 minutes every day for weeks). He made himself scarce one morning, and then smiling, asked me to go check the mailbox. Inside there were easily a hundred envelopes, with "mom" written on the front, sealed and all containing tiny notes that said "I love you."
I'm not sure who was happier when I returned from the box holding all those letters.
Magic, indeed.