With all the cookie cutter houses lining the streets of Bartonburg, Ama's house certainly surprised her. The woman's sudden appearance and quick dismissal of the butler also caused her to quirk her left eyebrow. It was unusual for her not to be shown in by household staff. Sometimes, she didn't meet whomever owned the house altogether and was contracted by a maid.

"Yes, Miss. I'm Billie. Nice to meet you." She answered, dragging up all of her learned politeness that she could.

Her polite smile turned into something more genuine when she heard Ama ask after a paintbrush. She proudly held her bucket of miscellaneous items up, "I do! A real big one." Well, it wasn't that large, but it wasn't suitable for portraits either. She loved painting jobs. She wasn't the neatest, but she was very thorough. So thorough, in fact, that Ms. Zabini wouldn't have to worry too much if the paint chipped. It was unlikely one would be able to see the color underneath after the layers she was known to put on.