If she were honest with herself, Gus suspected that she would not have turned down the invitation no matter the activity it had entailed. She was not one to turn things down generally - obviously, given her absent-minded agreement to Mr. Ollivander’s original request - but she was excited enough to see Billie, the new Hufflepuff seeker, home from her first term that she probably would have agreed to a rat-catching session or sitting through a wandmaking seminar if they’d asked. And clearly skating was much better than that: in the open air, fast-moving and fun, she could wear the brightest, ugliest, most terribly-knitted bobble hat if she wanted; what was not to like?
Although, now that she was here and Mr. Ollivander seemed a touch rueful about the invitation, Gus wondered whether she maybe ought to have warned him, or found some polite excuse to bow out so she didn’t ruin their bonding time. After all, Billie wasn’t back for that long over Christmas, and it was already kind enough of them to let her tag along.
But she supposed she had warned them, the first time she’d met them. “I really wasn’t joking when I said I was good at quidditch but bad at everything else,” Gus said, half-cheerful and half-apologetic, throwing a wink in Billie’s direction in hopes that she would remember that and back her up if he didn’t. “My feet aren’t used to having so much responsibility,” she joked, trying to make one stuttering skid forwards without a wobble and still having to thrust out her arms to steady herself. (That had not been necessarily in demonstration, either: she tripped over her own feet often enough when she got too overexcited just walking, and that was before anyone had strapped blades to boots.) “But I thought this might magically be my year,” Gus added merrily. Maybe she had been overly optimistic. At least - given the day job - she wasn’t afraid of falling.
Although, now that she was here and Mr. Ollivander seemed a touch rueful about the invitation, Gus wondered whether she maybe ought to have warned him, or found some polite excuse to bow out so she didn’t ruin their bonding time. After all, Billie wasn’t back for that long over Christmas, and it was already kind enough of them to let her tag along.
But she supposed she had warned them, the first time she’d met them. “I really wasn’t joking when I said I was good at quidditch but bad at everything else,” Gus said, half-cheerful and half-apologetic, throwing a wink in Billie’s direction in hopes that she would remember that and back her up if he didn’t. “My feet aren’t used to having so much responsibility,” she joked, trying to make one stuttering skid forwards without a wobble and still having to thrust out her arms to steady herself. (That had not been necessarily in demonstration, either: she tripped over her own feet often enough when she got too overexcited just walking, and that was before anyone had strapped blades to boots.) “But I thought this might magically be my year,” Gus added merrily. Maybe she had been overly optimistic. At least - given the day job - she wasn’t afraid of falling.
gorgeous set by Lady!