[She knows that feel, only because it happened so recently. At least she got her broom inside with her, no damn way she was letting them tear that to shreds too. Of course, she doesn't think of that at the moment because she's impressed and intrigued by his sword, questions at the tip of her tongue and the way she parts her lips to ask them. But she thinks better of it when something throws itself against the windows and Ginny scowls, wand up and snapping out and the Boneys clawing at the shop get thrown back.]

Persistent, all of them. Bloody hell. [And up they go, Ginny's wand still out as she Summons glasses, fills them with water, douses half of it over her own head as she holds out one for him.] It's like the sheep all over again. City got invaded by them a few years ago, rabid sheep, filthy... Just once, I'd like to get through a year where we aren't invaded by anything.