He certain spoke quite strangely. The more she listened to him the more she thought perhaps something was wrong in his mind. Perhaps he'd already hit himself with a spell and scrambled his thought process. Or perhaps he was just odd and quirky. She'd have to listen more and see if she could decide between the two or come up with a third idea.
"Being good at it doesn't mean that an accident couldn't happen. That's why you shouldn't practice any complex magic without someone else watching. In school it is the teachers." Being in public like this offered too many chances for something to go wrong. There were just too many variables, too many people.
"Slytherin?" She eyed him critically, trying to place him. She really couldn't and so she frowned. "My name is Anabel." Of course if she was going to give her name, well... "And your name is?" Small talk certainly wasn't her forte. She really just wanted to get him to tell her where he lived so she could force him home and to his guardian.