Billie listened to Gus with rapt attention, eagerly hanging on her every word. She giggled about how Gus would have been a terrible seeker. She hadn't exactly given it much thought as to what position she would like the most. "That's okay if they don't take first years! I heard there's a club for quidditch and one just for flying. Even if I just get to do one of those, that would be so much fun." It was when she felt the most free. "I'm not sure. Maybe a chaser like you! I'm pretty quick, even if Arnie's broom likes to just keep drifting left." She'd at least learned how to anticipate it and correct it. Hopefully, on a working broom, she wouldn't do the same.

Billie beamed at Gus, deciding immediately that she liked her; she was very easy to talk to and didn't just lean toward the 'weather' or other nonsense topics that some women did. Even some female children did the same, and it drove her nuts. "You must be really, really good if they let you on the national team with all those boys! How did you get so good?"

She looked back at Gideon and beamed at him again, clearly excited that they were meeting Gus. She was blissfully unaware that she had just dropped quite a few bombs on him. Thankfully, Arnie's brother was an older teenager who had left Hogwarts after a few years. He was a second string hopeful. Though, Billie was friends with quite a few adults. She didn't make it a habit to tell her father everyone she spoke to. She didn't realize it was something she should be doing. Her mother had never particularly cared where she went or whom spent her time with, as long as she didn't embarrass her.

"I don't think I'm big enough to be a beater," she stated with a laugh to Gideon. She had just finally cleared four feet thanks to Florida Man. "I bet you could be one, though, Gideon! You're pretty strong."