This was still suitably strange, as encounters went, but if Mr. Ollivander was having reservations here (- it was only a hunch, but he didn’t seem entirely comfortable -) Billie was more than making up for it in her barrels of enthusiasm. Cute name. Cute kid, too.
She didn’t spend much time with young children these days - she didn’t really know many - but the cascade of questions didn’t bowl her over. What struck her dumb, if something did in that first minute or two, was how terribly familiar Billie seemed: gawky and restless and overwhelmingly overexcitable. Was that all children, or particularly Billie? Gus was fairly certain that had been her exactly, when she was that age. Hell, she was fairly certain that her failing to grow out of those gawky days (or grow up at all) was the reason she had ended up here.
No sense in holding back, if she had changed so little in the last fifteen years. “That’s right,” Gus replied - to a few of the questions at once - and she cracked a wide smile, taking as big a breath as Billie had in order to dive right in. “I was on the Hufflepuff team, and always a chaser, couldn’t see the snitch it if were right in front of my face,” she began with a chuckle, not really joking. “But you can try out for as many positions as you like, the captain won’t stop you. Mind you, they don’t always take first years,” she warned, looking as serious as she dared, which lasted about a split-second before dissipating. “But it’s good practice either way, and by second year you’ll probably be golden. Especially if you’ve got your own broom! What position do you think you want to play?”
Getting her own broom had been the highlight of her childhood, so Gus wasn’t judging in the least; rather, she thought it was sweet of Mr. Ollivander to be so supportive of his ward’s quidditch dreams as this. She glanced between the two of them, wondering how she was doing so far.
She didn’t spend much time with young children these days - she didn’t really know many - but the cascade of questions didn’t bowl her over. What struck her dumb, if something did in that first minute or two, was how terribly familiar Billie seemed: gawky and restless and overwhelmingly overexcitable. Was that all children, or particularly Billie? Gus was fairly certain that had been her exactly, when she was that age. Hell, she was fairly certain that her failing to grow out of those gawky days (or grow up at all) was the reason she had ended up here.
No sense in holding back, if she had changed so little in the last fifteen years. “That’s right,” Gus replied - to a few of the questions at once - and she cracked a wide smile, taking as big a breath as Billie had in order to dive right in. “I was on the Hufflepuff team, and always a chaser, couldn’t see the snitch it if were right in front of my face,” she began with a chuckle, not really joking. “But you can try out for as many positions as you like, the captain won’t stop you. Mind you, they don’t always take first years,” she warned, looking as serious as she dared, which lasted about a split-second before dissipating. “But it’s good practice either way, and by second year you’ll probably be golden. Especially if you’ve got your own broom! What position do you think you want to play?”
Getting her own broom had been the highlight of her childhood, so Gus wasn’t judging in the least; rather, she thought it was sweet of Mr. Ollivander to be so supportive of his ward’s quidditch dreams as this. She glanced between the two of them, wondering how she was doing so far.
gorgeous set by Lady!