Billie dashed down the street, her skinny legs a blur as she raced to her destination.  To many, it might seem as if the child was in some sort of rush, but, really, she just delighted in running.  Her destination wasn't too far from the wand shop as it was, and she always wanted to see if she could break her speed record.

That morning, while she had mentally checked off all the people she liked to peek in on, she'd stumbled across the name of someone whom she'd decided she hadn't seen in ages.  It hadn't been that long, but Billie didn't have the best concept of time.  Then again, it always felt that way with the people you liked best.  And Mr. Quincey Honeyduke fell under that category.

When she arrived at his rebuilt shop, she paused a moment to remember she probably shouldn't just barge in.  Raising a fist, she knocked wildly upon the door before tugging it open and sticking her entire face around the edge.  "Mr. Honeyduke!!"  She shouted so even someone hard of hearing would notice her presence.  "I've come to help ya with things!"