When Billie had slithered out of the back room to peer at her father's next customer, she was taken aback. Fletcher was not who she expected to see standing there alone. Of course, she knew he'd need a wand since they were both destined to head to Hogwarts at the same time, but she'd hoped that he would have had enough sense to go to the Diagon Alley branch instead.

With a curl to her lips, Billie strut her way to a corner of the room where she would be able to observe all the action and be sure Jimmy would have full view of her. She perched herself upon a stool in an almost territorial, cat-like manner. He was on her turf now; he better tread lightly.

"More like a troll, no doubt," she murmured, loud enough for the boy to hear, grinning.

Oh this was going to be fun.