Yuri shuffled his feet,and regretted asking the question immediately when Billie asked if could read. His sallow face turned a blotchy pink as the colour filled his features in embarrassment. ’Reading is stupid.’ he grumped, unlike when he had snapped at the rich girl in the book shop this was a sheepish mumbling. She had been a rich girl, spoiled, petted, like a lap dog - this was different - this was a kid like him.


’Did Ollivander buy you from the work’ouse?’ he asked, that seemed like an odd set up. Someone had bought him from the workhouse once before, it was the only reason he could think of that someone would take in a ratty kid with no belonging to them and put any money into them.


’Is he nice?’ he pressed, still not looking at Billie, 'Like he dun beat you or nuffin?'

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