It has been two years since I was delivered. One freckle-faced girl did pick me up. She cracked my cover, but as soon as she did, her mother said, "Now, Grace, come along. We still must get your wand." Oh, well, I figured. Some other time. Sometime soon. Well, not for another year it turns out. I sit, I wait, and occasionally, get picked up. Never bought. Nearly, but never.