"Witches already had wands, that was the issue. If anything, we should have outlawed them before they got them, because otherwise you rely on a bunch of witches just handing their wands over because our bearded blokes tell them to." Sirius laughed, shaking his head. "It's funny, because witches always had the same rights as wizards anyway, but this was before the Statute of Secrecy, obviously, so every now and then some muggle influence would carry over. That's why they even had a meeting of just wizards, I imagine."

With a frown, he leaned back on his elbows, thinking. "There was some really, truly, awfully boring stuff about that witch who used invisible ink to write down her theorems. Like, sure, do that if you are inventing powerful spells and curses, but she was just the first one to talk about how magical the number seven is. Bridget Wenlock, that's the one. Wrote a whole thing about it in her invisible ink, then forgot she had written it on that and wrote a letter to her... I want to say nephew? Cousin? Something like that! On the same paper. That wasn't discovered until after she'd died, so at some point during this boring meeting, they just authenticated that as hers. Then everyone could have fun with numbers."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Really, the important thing to take away from this is that everything important was done by women and we just tried taking away their wands. So, in conclusion, everyone present must have had a small cock."

He nodded to his ending words, then bowed a little before looking at Remus. "Learn something?"