 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
The questions were getting stranger and stranger and James's brow furrowed in complete confusion. What colour ponies did he like? Um... Maybe this muggle gentleman wasn't completely all there. But was he dangerous? An escaped mental patient perhaps. James decided the best course of action would be to humour him. “Yellow.” Came his response and then he groaned inwardly. Did muggles have yellow ponies? Oh great grindylows. “I-I mean bl-blonde.” Still not right. “White!” He said, his tone becoming a little panicked. “White pponies.” Lord help him!
Having come to the conclusion that the muggle was in fact not a muggle and was therefore of magical blood, James was not expecting hostility. The wand was at his throat in an instant and he gasped, eyes wide. “With all due respect...” Oh.. the shock seemed to have jolted the stutter out of him. “..are you mad?” He asked almost casually. He was about to reach for his own wand -yeah.. he wouldn't be able to take out the man given his current predicament but he would die at least attempting to defend himself. James may be shy, socially inept, but he was no coward - not over the big things in life.
But he paused, a delicate, long fingered hand hovering over the wand holster on his hip, because the man had paused. “Of course I'm a wizard.” He replied, sighing with absolute relief as the man dropped his wand. He rubbed his neck where it had been prodded at and panted a bit. “I thought you were a mu-muggle.” And the stutter was back. “I don't go around ah-announcing that I'm a wi-wizard to muggles.” The man was being rather insulting but, James ignored it giving him the benefit of the doubt that it was being said due to stress. “D-do you often d-draw your wand on in-innocent muggles?” He queried, an eyebrow raising.
He flopped down on the ground next to the strange mug..er wizard. Oh he was James too! “It's a p-pleasure, James.” He took the man's hand and shook it. “I'm James G-Greenwood. B-Beings Division in the M-Ministry.”
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