Eagerly, Billie dipped her paintbrush in and dawdled just a little bit, trying to coat it with as many colors as she could before dashing over to the lower bit of the fence. She started painting with reckless abandon, smiling from ear to ear at how loud it was.

"I didn't know you could do it without, except by accident." She was being raised by a wandmaker, after all, so she'd just assumed that was what was required to do real, purposeful magic. "Ua..ga..dou?" The word was repeated slowly and awkwardly, almost as if she were gargling rocks at the same time. "Where's that school?" Billie only really knew of Hogwarts, but it would make sense that there were other schools. Ama had an accent that she couldn't quite place, which meant she was originally from 'far away.'