Don blanched slightly at Ginny's reaction, subtle but noticeable. It was hardly surprising, the way he had introduced himself, and he shook it off as quickly as he had noticed it. He leaned forward slightly, straightening his back even further.
"It's hardly common to have this much snow in the middle of January, much less in the middle of August," he said, taking a brief puff. "I'm sorry you had to arrive in the midst of the ap-...in the midst of this freak weather of ours," he cleared his throat a little too loudly.
"So what brings you to New York?" he asked after an awkward few seconds of silence. He was positive he already knew - yet another transplant of the bizarre kind, one of these new immigrants that were being called witches or werewolves or whatever the Daily Bugle decided they were that week. "Don't tell me you were just spirited away," he added dryly.