Truth be told, when Al had first arrived at the street fair, he'd been a mild bit annoyed. How was he supposed to be here, having a grand old time, when Voldemort was out there somewhere, possibly killing another family? The thought had baffled him and he'd resigned himself to simply hanging about, amusing his mother until she'd run out of things to look at and suggested returning home.
No. Not home. The Weir. That place is not home. It was a peevish thought, and a bit unlike him really. He couldn't help it though. He'd been on edge, as of late, and the strain of being cooped up inside didn't help any.
It was then that he'd realized he wasn't still cooped up inside. And, a few moments after that particular thought crossed his mind, he realized there were a few interesting things at some of the booths. Some of the art was neat to look at, and there were some uniquely designed clothes that brought a hint of a smile to his face at the thought of actually wearing them.
By the time his mother found him again, Al had managed to find a book that had caught his eye amidst a pile of other tomes. It spoke of folklore and how classic fairy tales had originally come to pass. It was from a Muggle perspective, of course, but it was still an interesting read. It would have made a good reference for Muggle Studies back at Hogwarts.
Peering up, green eyes regretfully sliding away from the text he'd been so engrossed in, he gave Ginny an almost bashful smile. If James were there, he could all but hear his brother taunting him about reading a place like this. Still, at least he hadn't thought about Voldemort for a while, and his mood had improved.
"Actually, yes," he replied, holding the book out for her to see. His attention went to their surroundings, then, his smile a slight, yet natural, one as he finally looked back to her.
"I overheard two people talking. They said there's a man who should pass through in the next five minutes or so. Something about he plays a whole band, by himself." He gave a shake of his head, the grin managing to chase away the previous frustration that had clouded his expression. "I bet that's a sight to see."