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[There’s a teenager!

He’s wet, in something of a ‘I’m going to ignore how much of a drowned rat I appear’ way. One might assume that he fell into the fountain at some point, but equally, the all-encompassing wetness may have something to do with the fact that he was just in England, aka the land of copious amounts of tea-and-rain. His expression, for the record, reflects his irritation at being displaced without warning, frustration from trying to get whatever this might be to work (he's not entirely convinced it is), and curiosity. You know, at the whole ‘suddenly displaced, this isn’t London’ thing. It’s hard not to wonder about something like that.

When he finally speaks, he sounds Remarkably British, although his accent is rather indistinct for the most part – southern, one might assume, well-brought up, although there’s a slight hint of Welsh. No, he doesn’t do anything untoward with sheep. London doesn't have sheep.]

Normally, one only has to ask for my company to be granted with it. [This? This would be the unmistakable tone of `GRUMPINESS`.] I do try to make myself available for all, but it can’t be helped if someone misses out here and there. Kidnapping tends not to be the answer, though. If I said I was impressed, I’d sadly be lying, but if it makes you feel any better, you can pretend I’m of that opinion regardless. Likewise, I think you’ll find you’ve managed to overshoot ‘mysterious’.

[There’s a pause, and for a moment, there’s a flash of wry amusement in his expression, as if this entire scenario is utterly ridiculous to the point of absurdity.] “I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?'” I hope you won’t mind if I happen to refuse any bottles labelled ‘drink me’, or any foods labelled ‘eat me’. I’m quite content with who I am and don’t envision any existential crises a la dear Alice.

I won't decline any explanations, though, even if they happen to come from hatters and caterpillars and assorted small mammals with a fondness for tea and an inability to correctly tell the time.

[There’s another pause, and after he glances away from the device and up at the sky, he shoves the device into a pocket – without, for the record, bothering to turn it off, so have fun with the sound of footsteps and the wonderful blackness of pockets until the device times out.]

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I need a good reason to make an exception, William.

But at any rate, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Ginny Weasley.

Am I not a good reason, Miss Weasley? [A beat.] Or a reason, at least. It's not often 'good' is affixed to description of me but for very specific situations.

[A longer pause.]

Assuming I was correct, of course: mine does, too.

Specific situations?

[Pause.]

You know, usually people ask questions about this world before poking around the others.

Would you care for a list? And if I'm to be absolutely truthful, I don't care about where I am. That's not important. What's important is where I'm not and who isn't here.

And usual doesn't look to have got you very far.

[brb grumping]

Fine, then.

[Grump for grump.]

But don't go running off to find a stake and some firewood just because I'm to be absolutely truthful.

[silence.]

Are you implying I'd go hunting vampires for no reason at all?

[... pause. Now, rather bewildered,]

Who said anything about vampires?

[Wait.]

You have them in your world, then?

Stakes and fire. One tends to associate that with vampires, even in fiction, not whatever you were attempting to refer to.

One tends to associate them with witch burnings, too. And I know that's history in a lot of worlds, but not exactly what I meant to be discussing.

[Thoughtfully.]

Worlds without some magic usually don't have vampires running around.

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They tend not to do much running around in any case, and I'd already answered your question. I'm used to being distracting, but it's not usual for my voice alone to have that effect.

Alright, alright. Merlin, you're tetchy, aren't you.

[Have a mildly irritated huff of breath coming from Ginny's side of the conversation, Mr Herondale.]

Yes, there's magic in my world. No, that doesn't make this place any easier to understand.

[And he'd be scowling at you, Ginny, if it were possible.]

I wasn't aware that finding myself in the middle of a city God-knows-where without so much as a warning was supposed to have me doing cartwheels and leaps for joy.

[Just. Ignoring that last comment. He's not going to turn round and go 'WELL, IT'S BECAUSE I DON'T TRUST YOU.']

You think I'm thrilled to be here? You think any of us are? It's been two and a half years for me, mate, so there's no need to be an arse about things. I want to go home, same as you.

[DAMN IT, WILLIAM. She was having such a good day, too. Merlin's beard.]

I don't know anything about you, so I have no call to be making assumptions.

No, you definitely don't.

[Breathe, breathe. Tone down that Weasley temper.]

Doesn't mean I won't help you out, if you need it. Questions, or whatever. I remember what it's like to be new, no need to make everybody miserable.

[Have an exasperated huff, Ginny.]

James Carstairs or Tessa― Theresa Gray. Do you recognise those names?

[And one in return. Getting off on the wrong foot, good job, Ginny. But to her credit, she works to soften the edge to her voice.]

I'm afraid not, but that doesn't mean much.

[Pause.]

There's a place here, it's called the Hall of Missing. If someone's turned up and left again for home, their name and portrait should be in there.

Where is it?

Directly north of the carousel. I could send you a map, if you don't have one.

Is there a map in the guide? [Which he has, but hasn't got so far as to actually reading.]

Should be. You could always ask around, too.

[Pause.]

You know, if they aren't up there, that could either mean they're here or... they're still in your world.

I'll be able to find it. [A pause.] Thank you.

Of course.

[A breath of silence. Then - ]

Sorry about―well, earlier. I don't usually...

[And then she laughs a little, sheepishly.]

No, that's a lie. Weasley tempers, they match our hair. But anyway, yeah. Sorry.

I'm yet to see your face, let alone your hair. I hope it shan't be a disappointment; I've spent our entire conversation building up an image of what you might look like.

Now you've got me curious if I sound like I look, or not.

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