This was rather an unusual turn of events, even for a quidditch player (- she supposed, technically, that being one, she had fans -) and while she hadn’t hesitated in replying to the letter or in showing up to the lakeside, in the last few minutes loitering here Gus had cursed her own tendency to take everything at face value. Or her tendency not to think.
But if this was just some joke, or trick from the press, it would be odd to use the Ollivander name, she supposed; she couldn’t say she knew the family herself, but she had walked past the Hogsmeade wand shop enough to know that everyone and their pet cat had heard of him. And this was him now, apparently, and indeed with his young ward in tow.
She shoved down the sudden disconcerting feeling that perhaps she might have prepared a proper speech or some sort of thing for the young girl going off to Hogwarts rather than showing up empty-handed like this - and her hands had been crammed in her robe pockets until she removed them to shake Mr. Ollivander’s hand. She had smiled good-naturedly at the man as he introduced her, though he made her sound a little formal and a little more impressive than she usually felt; but when Billie introduced herself she broke into a broader grin, and stuck her hand out to her as well. “Well, I hope they didn’t say anything too abysmal about me,” she began cheerily, “and I’m very pleased to meet you too, Billie, but you’d better call me Gus. Everyone does.” She shot a mock-reproving look at Mr. Ollivander, because Ms. Robins had done no favours - and the point of this was that Billie might actually want to talk to her, after all! Ms. Robins made her sound a terrible bore. She cupped her hand to her mouth to make this confidential, as if the Prophet hadn’t likely already given her away. “It’s Augusta really, but -” She pulled a face to properly advertise her disgust.
But if this was just some joke, or trick from the press, it would be odd to use the Ollivander name, she supposed; she couldn’t say she knew the family herself, but she had walked past the Hogsmeade wand shop enough to know that everyone and their pet cat had heard of him. And this was him now, apparently, and indeed with his young ward in tow.
She shoved down the sudden disconcerting feeling that perhaps she might have prepared a proper speech or some sort of thing for the young girl going off to Hogwarts rather than showing up empty-handed like this - and her hands had been crammed in her robe pockets until she removed them to shake Mr. Ollivander’s hand. She had smiled good-naturedly at the man as he introduced her, though he made her sound a little formal and a little more impressive than she usually felt; but when Billie introduced herself she broke into a broader grin, and stuck her hand out to her as well. “Well, I hope they didn’t say anything too abysmal about me,” she began cheerily, “and I’m very pleased to meet you too, Billie, but you’d better call me Gus. Everyone does.” She shot a mock-reproving look at Mr. Ollivander, because Ms. Robins had done no favours - and the point of this was that Billie might actually want to talk to her, after all! Ms. Robins made her sound a terrible bore. She cupped her hand to her mouth to make this confidential, as if the Prophet hadn’t likely already given her away. “It’s Augusta really, but -” She pulled a face to properly advertise her disgust.
gorgeous set by Lady!