"No," Rodolphus answered, still shadowed in his cloak. "There are few places where those of us who cannot venture onto the streets as of yet can attend with no hesitation." His wand was out a moment later, and with a few nearly hissed spells the private booth they'd taken was cloaked from any other eyes. No one would see, no one would hear.
It was only then that he reached up, removing his hood. His face was unmistakable, of course. It had been on wanted posters for years.