Billy wasnt quite sure what was happening, something about an interview. Probably something to do with Malcolm, the only interviews hed ever had, had something to do with his older brother. Billy actually couldnt even justify them as interviews. More like random questions that people would ask in Diagon Alley or some such place often about what Malcolm is doing about his Quidditch career. Stupid daredevil.
Now he was just sitting on a little stage in his kitchen, and had no idea what the hell was going on. He stretched his legs and grinned at the little gathering. It was quite strange, very strange to have so many people with their undivided attention on him. But it was bloody marvellous! Hed imagined this before, what attention seeker wouldnt of? To be actually sitting in front of people interested in ones life. Heaven, absolute heaven. Sucking on a lemon sherbert, the boy made faces at the crowd and tried to flatten down his hair. His mother had told him that he must look presentable so there he was, dressed in his Sunday best.
So, let's give it a kickstart? he suggested, quirking an eyebrow.



