"No, I can't. 'Least not without people being flippin' jerks 'bout it," Billie retorted, shooting Gideon a withering look. "You get to be born a boy. It's easier for you to do what ya want without nobody sayin' nothin'." She thoroughly believed that. Even in the muggle world, a girl who preferred to climb about in trees and catch rats was frowned upon. Boys were lucky.

Pausing in her rambling, she let her arms drop to her sides. "There is?" Billie had no idea that there was a women's only quidditch team. Then again, she hadn't exactly thought it possible, nor had the boys she ran about with brought it up. Why would they? It wasn't exactly of interest to them. They likely thought it was dumb.

What would they do if they realized she was a girl?

With an uneasy look on her face, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying not to let that thought fully form in her mind. She didn't want to know what would happen if those who'd known her previously as a boy found out. Billie was certain she'd lose all her friends. Why would she want that to happen?

After a few moments of silence, she very quietly asked. "How come you suddenly want me to be a girl now?" It was the only conclusion she could seem to draw as to why he was suddenly bringing the subject up.