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“Don’t say a word,” Rowan said, referring to his outfit. He normally looked like his grandfather, but ever since the time clash, the elite activities had increased and his parents were more intent than ever to remind everyone that he was a Rosier, as if that would appease the fact that his mother was a muggleborn. So, he was dressed in the wizarding equivalent of a monkey suit (because that helped somehow) and had snuck out like a fucking teenager so he could stop making small talk. “Not until I have all the cheap alcohol we can find.”