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Magizoology Tip #20

"DOWN WITH THEM! THESE IMMIGRANTS ARE STEALING JOBS FROM ENGLISH WORKERS. THEY EAT THE BREAD FROM POOR FATHERLESS CHILDREN! I CALL ON ALL ENGLISHMEN TO CHERISH AND DEFEND THEMSELVES, AND TO HURT AND GRIEVE ALIENS FOR THE COMMON WEAL!"

It was an old preacher, bellowing from a mock stage while people around him cheered. Sebastian hastily scrambled to his feet, looking for Ominis and Beatrice. The other wizard was already up and helping Beatrice to her feet. She had a bleeding nose, likely got shoved or something by one of the Muggles surrounding them.

He glanced around, only in time to see Prewett get accosted by one of the crowds-men, "Here! Preacher, a foreigner!"

The wicked old man nodded, grabbing a torch and holding it up. "IF THEY AREN'T ENGLISH, BURN THEM! LOCK THEM UP!"

Prewett looked hastily at Hobhouse who'd appeared near him, "Where the fuck did you send us, mate."

Hobhouse pushed his glasses up. "The future as promised. To a xenophobic riot on May 1st, 1517."

"Mate, I'm Irish!"

"Yeah... Didn't think that far ahead..."

Sebastian was cut off as Beatrice screamed. Two men had grabbed onto her while shoving Ominis away. His wand fell from his grasp, surprised by the attack, and now he was disoriented as someone sent their elbow flying into his jaw. Wrath seeped into him and Sebastian charged forward when hands grabbed at him.

"Got more! A dirty Scotsman and a weird looking gal!"

What Sebastian had to say next died on his tongue as he was knocked out from behind. The last image he saw was Beatrice looking at him with a brew of fear and desperation.

Clearly worried for him and not the Hell that awaited them.

Magizoology Tip #20

Medieval London is like a bag full of Mackled Malaclaws. Bad luck waiting to be unpacked and it'll make you ill.

Beatrice scowled, waiting for the opportune time to escape. She'd allowed herself to be captured willingly due to Sebastian's unconscious state and hoped that Ominis could understand. Would understand.

They'd forced them into an empty cell, taking it as a blessing because the one prior was crammed with people. If she had to guess, through the day more people would be joining them.

She sat on the ground with Sebastian's head on her lap. He was still unconscious and the back of his head had been bleeding, but she'd managed to cast a quick healing charm before anyone could notice. Now in the cell holdings, there were eyes constantly on her. For the moment, she wondered if it was worth it to Apparate somewhere and wait until Sebastian woke up, but if Duncan was speaking the truth...

Then no where for the moment was safe for her at least. She couldn't glamour her hair or eyes. If these were prejudiced riots against foreigners, then Omnis was the only British one amongst them.

Beatrice ran her fingers absently through Sebastian's hair, trying to keep calm in the grueling environment while people shouted and fought verbally with the guards. She wasn't sure where Prewett was and doubted she'd be able to find him.