"So th-this isn't just some b-b-bad dream? I wasn't kn-knocked unconscious during the b-b-battle?" He blanched. If this were for real, well... who or what would do this? A time loop? A worm hole across time? Had they found themselves in some strange version of the twilight zone? But Percy didn't know, he had already said that. There was no point in putting a voice to his questions, even if he very much wanted to.
It took Anthony a minute to calm down and get his nerves back under control before he could speak again. No matter what was going on, for the moment, with no wand and no magic, there wasn't very much he could do for himself. Which reminded him, "You're a Weasley, r-right? Which one? And d-did your wand b-b-bust too?" He gestured towards the work Percy was doing with only a pair of scissors. "D-did you want s-some help with th-that?" If Percy said yes, he would be helping to keep Anthony from panicking too much.