Billie pulled a face at Gideon, knowing full well that he'd have to be the one to repair the window. Even if she had to do it the muggle way, she wasn't quite sure she could life a pane of glass that big on her own. Nor did she trust herself to do so. It was one thing to help someone affix a shutter; it was another to install something infinitely more breakable.

She let out a somewhat impatient breath that letters were nearly a whole month away, but Gideon seemed pretty sure that she would be attending, so maybe she didn't have to worry about not receiving one. "Things?" She questioned, her eyebrows furrowed, trying to determine what he meant. "What things?" His hesitation had her a bit worried.

Her attention returned to the fir wand in her hand that she idly rolled between her fingers while she listened. It was amazing that it was as smooth as it looked. Most wooden things Billie had grown up around would give you a splinter, even if it seemed like it wouldn't. "Survivors from what?" She blurted out, not particularly needing an answer for she seized the opportunity to give it a bit of a test wave through the air, almost as if she were trying to poorly conduct a symphony.