"Word is - rock is word, sun is word, goes is word?"

"Yeah, sorry. Rock is word, sun is word, goes is word. No word for here, because I've never been here before. I - " He apparates a few feet over. "Probably. But I don't know how, I wasn't trying to come here."

"- word -?" she asks, pointing at where he came from and where he went.

"Apparate. You cannot Apparate?" She looks too pretty to be a Muggle but they can't all have smallpox probably. That means technically he shouldn't have shown her that but he hadn't really known she was a Muggle or for that matter that she hadn't seen him arriving, right, so it's only sort of his fault. Maybe Mexico's government isn't hardasses about things like that. Maybe they are hardasses about things like that and she will want to marry him for the exemption to the statute - okay, that's stupid.

She'd get along with his family, though. 

"I can not Apparate.

- one, two, Theodore Way, four, five, six-seven?"

" - so you do know the family name? You could've started with - yeah. Timothy Way, Michael Way, Theodore Way, Aaron Way, Minor Way, James Way, Samuel Way."

She tugs on her ears. "I have - not you ears -"

" - yes, you sure do."

"I have not-you-ears seven - Nelyafinwë Maitimo, Canafinwë Macalaurë, Turkafinwë Tyelcormo, Morifinwë Carnistir, Curufinwë Atarinkë, Pityafinwë Ambarussa, Telufinwë Ambarussa."

Well that's super confusing and he doesn't have anything to say about it. 

Shrug. "You not have you-ears Mirelótë?"

"How'd you know me? Turkafinwe whatever-it-was looks like this?"

"Yes, Tyelcormo sure do..." Handwobble, tugging her ear again, shrug.

"No you at Hogwarts when I was there, then, maybe there's one Timothy knows in France."

"Hogwarts? France?"

"See, I'm really bad at this. Hogwarts is - in England, it's for - Apparate, and -" he draws his wand and levitates a rock - "Wingardium Leviosa - and -" he frowns and with visible effort turns it purple. "Magic. Hogwarts is in England for magic. France is not in England. Timothy is in France. If Mirelote-with-ears is in France, I wouldn't know her. I don't talk to people. Talk is - 'see, I'm really bad at this', and 'Hogwarts? France?', that's talk."

She nods. "We are people?" she inquires.

"Yup." Maybe she's a veela, they look like really hot people when they don't look like monsters. "That's us, people." He doesn't sound spectacularly impressed with members of the category.

That's apparently endearing. "We go..." She looks around in the available directions, squints, picks one. "People?"

"No idea. And they'll be Muggles, if this is Earth, who are - people not magic. Their cities kinda suck. Cities - ten ten ten ten ten people in one place, that's a city."

"People," she reiterates pointing. "City. Go - four sun-arounds?"

"Four days. Sure. I guess I can't leave you out here." Sigh.

"Go not people five days," she suggests.

"Can you say that a different way?"

She arranges some rocks - a little heap, "city", two farther away, "we". She hops the pair of rocks towards the city in increments. "One day two days three days four days? - I four days, you maybe three days, five days -" Shrug. Then she hops one of the rocks back out of the city. "You go not-city?"