Billie was too much a wild soul to be cooped up in a shop all day. Poor Gideon probably found her missing at least twice a day to dart about the Hogsmeade streets or to pester those she had befriended. Her first venture was always before breakfast, and the other was usually sometime in the late afternoon when her restlessness was at its peak. She was rather unapologetic about it all, even though she worried that her disappearances made Gideon angry.

It was from one of her afternoon outings that she returned, shouldering her way into the shop. First, she checked to make sure Gideon didn't have any late in the day customers before she shouted. "Mr. Ollivander! Look!" The child raced in, wielding what looked to be a slightly damaged, wooden cane as if it were some sort of pirate sword. She slashed it through the air once and then grinned proudly. "I found it! It was just layin' there in the dirt. Who the heck gets rid a somethin' like this?" Hopefully, she hadn't accidentally stolen some poor soul's walking stick. She hadn't exactly looked around for any potential owners before she had snatched it from the dusty street. Oh well.

She was oblivious to the fact Gideon might have been in the middle of something.