As they got closer to one another, Amity took on a full realization of what the man was wearing. She was a touch scandalized but also intrigued. She covered her eyes with one hand but ended up moving her fingers so that she could peek through them at him. He looked vaguely familiar but she couldn't say from where.

"I'm Amity Rosewood and no, I do not. I take it from your question that you don't either but are at least a fellow wizard." That was a relief at least. Not that she was a purist or anything but if she did manage to find a wand, she did not want to explain what it was to a muggle.