Billie tilted her head at Gideon. She had never truly given it much thought that the man probably hadn't ever lived without magic for long, nor did she realize just how much the people of Hogsmeade seemed to rely on it. She hailed from a village that only contained muggles, and she figured if she could get by, then it must be easier for adults in general. And Gideon owned a shop. That was a big step up from stablehands and scullery maids. "It ain't so bad. It's just more work, I think. An' luck. People are kinda the same."

Lifting the bucket up into her arms, she trailed after Gideon. She took notice of Adonis snoozing under the table, of course deciding that her decision to bring him mice had been a good one. She shuffled over to where the man pointed and set the bucket down next to the stove. She poked a bit at the wood curls and then turned to face him once more.

Her face lit up with a wide grin. Was she hungry? What kind of question was that? Did people actually say no? Before her mouth could say anything, her head bobbed up and down eagerly.