With a small sack clutched in one of her hands, Billie scurried her way down High Street, peering at each shop she passed and mentally ticking off how many more until her destination. The fog had her constantly double checking everywhere she wandered. Just yesterday she had found herself turned around and down a street she hardly recognized.

When the ragamuffin finally reached the wand shop, she didn't hesitate a moment and shouldered her way through the door. She was on a mission! An old woman in Pennyworth had enlisted her to rid her cupboards of mice, and she'd mended her cap in return. It now stayed on her head instead of sliding off every other minute. However, the woman had insisted Billie exterminate the poor, little creatures, which she had done rather reluctantly. A few she had given to Pounce, the part-kneazle she'd claimed as her own, and the rest she dutifully carried down the foggy streets to share with her other feline friend.

"Adonis!" She chirped out, eagerly, completely forgetting what little manners she possessed. The waif was much too ready to be rid of the dead rodents. When sense returned to her, and she spotted Gideon, Billie quickly called out, instead, "Hello, Mr. Ollivander!" Looking about to spout out something else, she suddenly stopped and frowned at all the wood shavings that littered the floor.

Gideon Ollivander