Billie really was a bright young thing - quick-witted of course, but mostly she meant warm and sunny and kind. She remembered what children were like - remembered being one, certainly - and Billie’s patient encouragement, even at her hopelessness, was really rather endearing. Mr. Ollivander was a lucky man to have her, to be sure.
Gus fancied she was going to manage to swipe up her hat from the ice without incident, which would be a miracle - and apparently was too far-fetched a dream, because Mr. Ollivander had come to save her again and now all she’d done was essentially headbutt him out of the way. “Oh no! I’m so sorry -” she blurted out awkwardly, reaching for his arm to steady him as if catching a fumbled quaffle, but too late, he’d gone down -
And she nearly - nearly - ended up toppling down on top of him, which would have probably been worse, except that looking down at him flushing tomato red at her own incompetence certainly felt like the worst place to be right about now, since she was at fault for this again. “I - think my clumsiness is catching,” she murmured wryly, peering down in concern and wondering whether she dared get any closer to help him up in turn, or whether in chancing it she’d only slice his finger off or something. Maybe best wait, follow Billie’s lead. “Are you alright?” she settled for asking, her joking tone tinged simultaneously with worry and sheepishness. “A wise man once told me getting up can be a bit of an ordeal.”
Gus fancied she was going to manage to swipe up her hat from the ice without incident, which would be a miracle - and apparently was too far-fetched a dream, because Mr. Ollivander had come to save her again and now all she’d done was essentially headbutt him out of the way. “Oh no! I’m so sorry -” she blurted out awkwardly, reaching for his arm to steady him as if catching a fumbled quaffle, but too late, he’d gone down -
And she nearly - nearly - ended up toppling down on top of him, which would have probably been worse, except that looking down at him flushing tomato red at her own incompetence certainly felt like the worst place to be right about now, since she was at fault for this again. “I - think my clumsiness is catching,” she murmured wryly, peering down in concern and wondering whether she dared get any closer to help him up in turn, or whether in chancing it she’d only slice his finger off or something. Maybe best wait, follow Billie’s lead. “Are you alright?” she settled for asking, her joking tone tinged simultaneously with worry and sheepishness. “A wise man once told me getting up can be a bit of an ordeal.”
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