What were those things? Billie stared in fascination as the little nifflers scampered about the street, trying to steal any shiny object they laid their eyes on. She let loose a fit of giggles as she watched one of the poor creatures pummeled by a handbag.

Hearing a man shouting for someone to grab them, she finally snapped out of it and started dashing toward the nearest black blur. Chasing was her specialty. She had new boots, too, and she was convinced they helped her run faster. "Here little beastie!" She crooned to it as if it were a cat.