[And to her, Will is nothing more than a Muggle, albeit one who comes from a world where at least vampires exist. Though, this being the City, that doesn't always mean a person is just as magical—for lack of better word.

Though all of that is far from her mind now, because he's picked up on fireplaces and she didn't even mean to say it. It's the other young man with this same face, Alan, who knows who and what she is, what she can do, what sort of world she's from. She can discuss Floo and fire-calling with him and she knows he'd be interested, but looks alone shouldn't get her guard down. She knows better. Ginny bites the inside of her cheek as she thinks fast, and then of all things, she lets loose a peal of laughter.]

Oh, so you were paying attention to what I was saying? I wasn't sure. [She looks at him askance, eyes teasing.] I'd imagine if people tried to talk through fireplaces like that, nothing would get done except getting sooty.

[Not strictly a lie.]