Ginny could count on one hand the number of times she had visted the leaky cauldron - it wasn't really somewhere that well bred young ladys spent much, of their time. Not if they wanted to continue to be considered well bred young ladies. Usually a house elf, would magically transport them to Diagon Alley, wait in the appropriate spot and then take them home again. Neither Ginny, nor her mother particularly liked using the flu at the best of times! On this occaision it didn't seem beggers could be chooser and it was better than being stuck in muggle london for any longer than was absolutely necessary

'It sounds far, when we get outside we should get a cab' she said in a rather forthright fashion, she didn't carry muggle money, but she was glad this morning that her maid had put on a particularly ugly pair of silver earrings. 'We can walk a bit, claim we were robbed and see if the cabbie will take these to take us to The Cauldron', she set above removing the earrings. They were expensive enough pieces, enough to get a train ticket back to Scotland, but Ginny didn't like them anyway and if it saved her the walk through the muddy streets of muggle London she would like to avoid it.

While she wasn't a purist she certainly didn't hold any love in her heart for regular old muggles, and if she was honest her lack of exposure to them meant that in her mind the average work a day, muggle going about his business was a boogey man, just waiting for the oppertunity to get his hands on a witch to burn them! The muggles in Irvingly...well they didn't count properly did they.