"Which means what exactly?" Rus asks, his expression darkening slightly.
"If it's midnight, how can you tell it's green? It's dark." Perfectly reasonable question.
Rus shrugs. "I'll sponsor you. I've got pots of muggle money. If you've got a half-way competent assistant (and I can't imagine you'd have any other kind), your regular business should be fine."
"Stop to tie your shoe," he suggests. "Or pretend you're going to be sick." That sounds interesting. "If they think that, they'll use that opportunity to attack us."
*nibbles nails* The only problem with hearing impairment (and I speak from experience) is that you turn the music up even louder so you can hear it. Which of course, makes you deafer still. It's a vicious circle. It's nine degrees here. I hope it's a bit warmer in your neck of the woods. Make them without?