Al couldn't keep the bemused grin from his face by that point even if he'd wanted to. "Uncle Dudley took me to a magic act the summer after I started Hogwarts," he mused, fingers dancing idly across the spine of the book he'd chosen as he thought back to that particular outing with his Muggle Uncle. Brilliant green eyes settled back on Ginny as he finished with a grin, "It was lousy, but entertaining at least. Especially the rabbit bit. I think I'd like to see something like that again... although maybe not quite as awful a show as the last one was."
He opened his mouth to say more but the sound was drowned out by a low booming noise. Brow furrowed, he turned - along with the bulk of the crowd gathered around, he idly noted - toward the sound. It grew louder, closer, but it wasn't until the man wearing the strangest contraption he'd ever seen came around the corner and into view that Al realized the banging sound was the drum... and was apparently meant to be some sort of rhythm.
Openly smiling now in the sort of way that a small child might when spotting an ice cream truck for the first time, Al turned back to his mother and exclaimed just loud enough for her to hear over the noise of the crowd, "I think now would be a good time to be grateful neither James or I ever thought up something like that."