To say Gideon was bored was perhaps the understatement of the century. He'd actually begun to wonder if one could truly expire from boredom. Sure, others within Hogsmeade were having a rough enough go without magic but his craft revolved solely around it. Without magic, there were no wands being made. And this was his supposed to be his busy season, dammit!

Eventually, he'd decided to sift through the wands already made with more rare and expensive cores to see if he could perfect his carving techniques. Seeing as how they were more expensive wands already, he figured they'd be the most likely to be picked up by those that could pay for them so adding intricate designs only made sense. He'd originally thought he'd only do a few but he ended up realizing that he had far more of the higher end cores than he'd thought so got lost in what he was doing.

Several boxes with velvet centers were now displayed in glass cases showing off the fancy carving work with shavings upon shavings of wood scattered about all over the ground. He'd just finished off another wand to be put on display when the door opened and the little sprite Billie came wandering in with a sack and yelling for his cat. A brow was raised but an amused expression came across his face when the little boy looked up and saw him and piped up a greeting.

"I'm not sure if I should be offended or not that you think to greet Adonis before me," he answered with a smirk, the playful tone to his voice taking out any sort of thought that he was reprimanding the child, "How have you been, Billie? Surviving out in this fog?" He didn't seem to notice his frown or where his eyes had been drawn to. Hell, it was obvious he didn't even realize the mess all over the floor he'd left amidst his working.

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