Billie's cheeks were pink from joyously romping about with some local urchins. Since they didn't have enough broomsticks between them, the young children had set about 'playing quidditch' in a rather muggle sort of fashion. They pretended sticks were their brooms, and they tossed about makeshift balls as if they were bludgers and quaffles. At least one kid had developed a black eye from a bludger attack. The kids hadn't yet figured out how to incorporate the stitch, so they merely played until they exhausted themselves. Her team was, after much insistence, The Nifflers, of course.

It was with a grin that she strode down the path, heading in the direction of home. She replayed 'highlights' from the game in her head, not at all suspecting she was about to be viciously assaulted by a rock. The small thing pinged off of her chin, and she let a stream of expletives pour from her mouth that would make any respectable person blush. She earnestly rubbed at her chin, blinking away the surprise tears that liked to spring forth when one was struck in the face.

With narrowed eyes, Billie zeroed in on the culprit, a scruffy looking kid she was sure she didn't know. Trying to make herself appear taller and more intimidating, the girl marched her way over to him, hackles raised. "Flippin' heck! What was that for, Gibface?"