"Oh," she commented in reaction to Merlin's wand wood only being stuff of legends. She was still learning about him, and, to her, he seemed like that Jesus guy her mother loved to talk about so much. If they were supposed to be real guys, she really didn't understand why people made up stories about them instead of just telling the truth. Though, was she any different?

Billie gave Gideon a thoughtful look and tilted her head to the side. She figured she'd soon learn what he meant about a want becoming an extension of her hand. "Maybe I can see how it feels first? A handle can be added after, can't it?" Maybe she'd like it without.

Eager to find her wand and allow the excitement to distract her from other pressing matters, Billie readily accepted the next wand. However, it was plucked from her fingers before she could even will them to move. How did Gideon know so quickly that it wouldn't be suited to her? She hadn't even attempted to wave it! Wandmaking was certainly a mystery.

"What's a possibility?" She questioned, using a nearby table to help lift herself off the ground a bit so she could see where Gideon was searching better. "How do you know?" The second question was a remnant from an earlier thought. It likely sounded out of place, but it was often how her brain and endless stream of curious questions seemed to work.