“‘It’s in fine condition. …You treat it regularly?’ ‘Polished it last night,’ said Cedric, grinning. Harry looked down at his own wand. He could see finger marks all over it. He gathered a fistful of robe from his knee, and tried to rub it clean surreptitiously. Several gold sparks shot out at the end of it. Fleur Delacour gave him a very patronizing look, and he desisted.”