Ginny blinked and tried to speak a few times before managing to get her mouth and vocals to cooperate and form words. The bloke didn't even stop once in his rumblings to breathe "You're looking for The Leaky Cauldron?"
The young man- Xander, he said his name was- seemed to think it trough for a moment. This in turn gave Ginny time to begin processing what just happened.
For one thing, the man easily went pass her notice-me-not charm, which means he can't be a Muggle. On the other hand, he referred to her wand as a stick and asked if he could get one, so he can't be a trained wizard. Maybe a Muggle-born? Those don't always go the schools
"That sounds about right. That means you can lead me there? Because I'm really late and.."
She cut him off before he got the chance to start babbling again honestly "How did you get past my charms? Are you a Wizard?"
Few moments later, Ginny started tapping her wand impatiently as no answer was forthcoming.
"Umm, didn't really notice anything other than the whole demon-gonna-kill setup; of course, he didn't kill you, because than you'd be dead and we wouldn't be talking and-"
Xander was about to continue, but the girl made some strange mewling noise- of the tortured cat variety, so he decided not to.
After a few moments of silence
"So, are you gonna take me to the leaky place? Or are we just gonna stand here? I mean, don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with soggy-dark-where-you-were-almost-killed alleyways, had lots of them back in my home town; and, I was wondering, why does the place called leaky? Do they have bad plumbing? I used to work construction so I know when I say that it can't be good for the building or business… anyways, I'm getting off track. I really am late, and you're the first person I run into that seems to know where that bar-place is. So, what gives?"
Ginny, for one, felt a little like crying. Or yelling, maybe hexing...
She was torn from her little fantasy of Xander-hexing when the twerp opened his mouth again Dear Merlin
"Ya know, you look a little like my grandmother- waving your stick like that"
What! "I beg your pardon?"
"My old grandma, she always carried around a stick; said she got it when she was a kid; used to wave it like you did whenever she was around my dad."
"Your grandmother had a wand?"
"A stick, yeah."
"A Wand"
"Like I said, stick"
For the first time in her life, Ginny felt like she truly understood how Percy felt like all those years- living and dealing with the twins and Ron. As soon as this is all over with, I'm owling you for lunch Perce
"it's not a stick! It's a wand, there's a rather large bit of distinction, for Merlin sake!"
Ginny knew she must look like a demented Death Eater at the moment, but she couldn't help it. Don't want to, for the most part, if truth be told
Right "Look, I can tell, and see, that it's important to you- and I don't mind continuing this… discussion; but do you mind if we chat elsewhere? Like, outside of this alley- preferably on the way to that leaky place?"