The bell rings.
For someone with so much free time he feels like he is always late to things. The school map isn't really that useful, so he asks someone.
"Hi? I am looking for Ms. Smith's class?"
"Also, masks wouldn't help us keep our secret identities." Fenris stretches his wings.
"That's a solvable problem," she says, waving dismissively towards the wings. "Tell me your emails, I'll send you her contact info. She's really good at navigating all magical laws."
"Dye your wings and add prosthetics to make them look different, use some glamour, really, the options are endless."
"That still doesn't solve the problem that skymages are too rare and we would be the obvious suspects."
"Awww. But being a twin is so great. It obviously has a point, the point being having a twin is awesome."
"At any rate. Dyes don't really stick to our feathers. Not sure if that is a pro or a con to our possible careers as vigilantes."
"That magic is also why it might not stick to our feathers. Our wings do a self-maintenance and healing thing that interferes with keeping them dyed. Granted, I'm not sure how it would interact with witchcraft. I'm sure it was tested in the past, but not in friendly terms."
"You're extremely friendly, don't worry. Fenris was literally just pointing out a fact."
Snort. "Then we are all better informed now. Which is fitting given that we are in a museum and all."
She giggles. "Anyway, I gotta go, I'll email you Esther's contact info—and mine."
They soon receive an email with Sadde's lawyer's contact information: a woman named Esther Morgan who specializes in magic law.
They respond promptly. Is Esther Morgan aware of the Dalkaila situation?