[He watches as she withdraws her wand, not recognising it for what it is, but noting the vague, loose similarity it holds to a stele. It's obvious, though, that Ginny isn't a Shadowhunter, and he sees little point in commenting upon it; it'd only open up questions as to what he does -- and is -- and it's a conversation he'd rather avoid. After all, as far as he's aware, Ginny is nothing more than a mundane. Nevertheless, he shoots her a quizzical look and chooses to focus on her comment regarding communication, all but ignoring her latter comment.]

Owls and fireplaces. [He repeats the words, humour drifting into his tone.] Your world sounds quite interesting. Why anyone would think, let alone want to communicate through a fireplace is beyond me. Does one stand atop the roof and call down the chimney stacks? It sounds as if it's open to all manner of misunderstandings.