"Why won't you tell me?" She asked for the seventh time since they'd left Ollivander's.

Billie wasn't the best at keeping it together when it came to surprises. She'd asked Gideon about a thousand different questions about who they were meant to meet, but, to her disappointment, he'd remained vague. She assumed such secrecy meant they were likely to be meeting with someone important. It was with that in mind that Billie had actually deigned to comb her hair and be sure her face was at least free of crumbs. She didn't want to embarrass Gideon.

When he led them through Padmore Park and closer to the lake, Billie's face scrunched up with confusion. Why were they going by the water? Wasn't a bench somewhere usually a more typical meeting place?

Just when she was about to burst with queries, it seemed they found the person they were looking for. As they drew closer, Billie realized she recognized her. She was about to rack her brains as to why when Gideon filled in the blanks, and she was altogether left with her mouth hanging open.

"I've seen you in the Prophet," she blurted out, in awe that Gideon had arranged for her to meet the only female player on the National Team. She looked up at her father with wide, excited eyes and then back to Gus.

"It's nice to meet you! I'm Billie."