Billie's eyes widened, immediately looking to Gideon as if to be completely sure that he also saw the little golden flecks. Her face immediately lit up with joy, and she glanced from the wand to her father and back again with her mouth slightly agape. "Phew! I ai--I'm not a squib!" She finally declared, triumphantly. Of course, it was obvious that she wasn't one since she'd displayed a fair amount of accidental magic, but she couldn't help worrying a wand wouldn't work for her at all. It still felt like a dream.

"It felt..." Her lips pursed, still not sure how to articulate the words she wanted. Instead she settled with, "Right." She seemed fairly sure about it and tried very hard to restrain herself from waving the ebony wand a second or third time. Billie couldn't believe she'd have to wait another two months before being able to really start learning to use it at school. "I can't believe I have a wand." She whispered, mostly to herself.

After a moment, Billie fully registered Gideon's answer to her earlier question. She'd been much too distracted to make the connection the first time. Beaming she turned to him, "This one is even better 'cause you made it!" She'd probably proudly tell anybody she came across, now. That it wasn't made by that other wand making Ollivander, but by Gideon.

"Can you take me to meet a unicorn one day?" She added, a pleading look in her eyes. Maybe they could find the same one, and she could say thank you for its hair!