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Magizoology Tip #21

 Two hours later, they stumbled upon a quieter pub that was on the outskirts of London. Sebastian and Beatrice kind of stared at the tavern's logo which was a painting of a beehive.

"You think...?" Sebastian inquired after an amused snort.

"Maybe he heard someone talking about it. But it's our best shot in comparison to the past six pubs."

Earlier, Beatrice had transfigured her outfit into a simple black gown and a garbled hood to cover her hair. Her eyes were hopeless, but she kept her gaze down and hid partially behind Sebastian who looked different with short brown hair and no freckles. His eyes were glamoured to be a dark blue and he wore a soldier's outfit—vehemently refusing to wear a men's gown. Or the worst possible option he thought of. Jerkins and sheer tights.

As they walked into the pub, both of them set their eyes immediately on a blind aristocrat sitting by the window with a silver tin of ale in front of him. His cheeks were slightly rosy and his wand subtly tucked away in his sleeve, but he turned when it must have alerted him that they'd entered.

Beatrice went to rush to him, but Sebastian's voice made her pause as Ominis stood up from the table.

"Merlin's Beard, Gaunt." He squinted comically, "Are you wearing tights?!"

Magizoology Tip #21

Cheesy romance novels are as common as mooncalves in the forest.

"It's called blending in." Ominis argued in a flat tone for the umpteenth time.

"It's called looking like a multicorfors puffskein with tights."

In the secluded corner of the pub with only one other group of Muggles speaking to the bartender, Sebastian pointed his wand at Ominis. No longer was the Wizard wearing a bright yellow, velvet jerkin with matching hosiery and pompous shoes. Instead, he wore a brown leather jerkin coat and black leather trousers. He wore espresso knee high boots and now appeared before them like some rugged medieval knight instead of the Court jester.

"There. Now you're ruggedly handsome and not ruggedly flamboyant." Sebastian said with a snicker.

Even Beatrice had to hide her laugh with a cough because she'd been thinking something similar. "Don't be an ass. You looked handsome then and now."

"You didn't tell me that." Sebastian interjected before Ominis could.

The blind wizard smirked, "That's because I'm naturally handsome."

"While you two bicker, I'm going to see about getting us something to eat." Beatrice said, but stopped when Sebastian laid a hand on hers.

"Stay seated. I'll do it." He pointed to his eyes and then his mouth, "Not only your eyes, but you clearly have an American accent. They'll know you're a foreigner."

Ominis scoffed, "You do realize you have a Scottish accent, don't you?"

"Yes, but it's not thick." Sebastian stood up, "I'll be fine. Worse case scenario, I imperio someone."

He left before Ominis could give him a tongue lashing for even thinking about resorting to the Dark Arts again. The wizard's brow furrowed, keeping his attention both on her and the professor as he walked away from them.