makeup and certainly didn't need it now. She also simply had her hair fall loosely over her shoulders and it only took a quick spell to fix it in place so no loose strands would end up in her face. Magic was great for little things like that too, it wasn't just a tool for destruction.
I was wearing a simple black shirt, which I left unbuttoned at the top and simple jeans which looked a little used, they were after all second hand clothes from the orphanage before the company sized them up to fit my aged up body.
After throwing some robes over our clothes and pulling up the hoods we side-apparated to the exit of the Diagon Alley and walked through the leaky cauldron, catching some stares because of our hooded appearance but nobody bothered to talk to us. From what it seemed most of them were still doing something people in my old world would have described as spawn camping Harry Potter.
It was of no concern to us however and we simply walked out and threw our robes into my pocket space as soon as we walked around a corner, looking like a regular couple walking through London.