The noise the wand made had her looking a little discouraged, but she'd observed the process enough to realize that people didn't tend to find their wand right on the first try. At least she hadn't broken anything! That was always the much less desirable option.

"Fli-" She stopped herself before she cursed. She was at least attempting to curb her swearing habit. Well, around Gideon and other adults. If she could shout atrocious things at Jimmy all day, she would. "Those people were really lucky. Especially with the dragon!" It made perfect sense why the fir wand hadn't worked for her. Billie hadn't exactly been in such extreme, mortal peril as Gideon's examples. Even if she was fairly sure her mother had wanted to drown her when she was born.

Her blue eyes took on a rather serious squint, watching Gideon carefully as he went about selecting one box and then another. It amazed her that he had such a good memory. To her, all the boxes and wands were practically the same, especially if they were crafted from the same type of wood. "I don't think I've ever eaten a pear," she idly mused while he made his choice.

Taking the pear wand, she held it carefully in her right hand, not yet making any motions with it. Why was Gideon talking about dormitories? Was he afraid she wasn't going to be able to share? She'd slept in the same room as her brother growing up, and she'd shared a sleeping space with other children in slums of Hogsmeade and the village she'd originally come from.

"That's alright with me. I had to share a bed with my brother Joe usually. And, when it rained, sometimes me and some others had to sleep real close." She shrugged her shoulders at that. She'd grown so comfortable, living as a male, and it was a topic they very rarely spoke about. So, it didn't occur to her to draw other conclusions from Gideon's statements. Especially with the excitement of finding a wand dancing about her brain.

"Wait. Does that mean if I get put in the same place as Fletcher, we'd have to share a room?" She groaned at the thought. Surely, she'd murder him.

With another small lift of her shoulders, she tried flicking the pear wand this time. Maybe how she moved it would help her find the exact right match.