With Anakin's support, Ron had less difficulty standing upright. Rolling his eyes, Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. "You can't use one of these, can you? That makes you a muggle." He waved it in the air as he spoke, and instantly a flash of red light sparked from the end, flew through the air, and slammed directly into a nearby trash can. The trash can sprouted a pair of metal legs and proceeded to walk directly into a wall. Ron frowned a little and looked down at his wand. "Er, let's pretend I didn't just do that." Because there wasn't a bloody thing in the world that Ron could think of doing at the moment that would fix that trash can properly.
"I was talking about cars, actually," Ron said slowly. "And there's about three behind you." All of which were heading right toward them.