Hermione Granger couldn't help wondering why she kept getting surprised by the various things about Devils and the Supernatural World when she and her fellow Devils followed Aleister Crowley into the bookstore, Flourish and Blotts, and was greeted by the sight of the woman who was most likely Faust Crowley glaring at the man who was apparently a celebrity in the Wizarding World, Gildenroy Lockhart. Much like her husband, or most Devils for that matter, Faust looked a lot younger than what she actually was, appearing to be in her mid-twenties. Which meant that she was either older than her husband, or at least turned into a Devil at a later age than him.
The woman that was probably Faust Crowley had an… interesting appearance in Hermione's opinion. She had very long black hair, the bangs of which were kept out of her face by a set of three hairpins that were (most likely intentionally) shaped like inverted crosses of varying sizes, and yellow eyes. Her choice of clothing was notably more modern than most of the people in the bookstore (and Diagon Alley for that matter), consisting of a great white coat with a grey clothing inside, that was actually backless (not that it could be seen due to her coat), and a red tie with a thin white stripe splitting the tie down the middle, which had a pin shaped like a skull. Completing the outfit was a pair of black stockings and boots.
Before things could escalate to the point where magical projectiles would most likely start flying, and from there devolve to a magical shootout with a decent amount of collateral damage, Aleister sighed and started making his way through the crowd, before he finally reached the woman glaring at the celebrity (who was probably bald considering that the entirety of his hair seemed to have turned to the side slightly) and put a calming hand on her shoulder. Instead of either throwing a spell or a punch in the man who just touched her after turning towards him, like most of the crowd expected her to do. She smiled at him, took a firm hold of his robe and pulled him into a passionate (and probably somewhat aggressive) kiss. Confirming the Devils' who didn't know the pair's suspicions that the woman was Aleister's wife. Faust.
"As you can see, dimwit, I'm happily married and therefore not interested in the likes of you." Stated Faust with something in between a smile and a smirk on her face.
"What did he even try to do and what animal do you want me to turn him into, honey?" Asked Aleister as he too sent Lockhart a glare.
"I think that either a cockroach or a leech is the most fitting for the dimwit, and he tried to flirt with me in order to get in my pants. A privilege reserved for you and nobody else."
"Leech then. I think a month should do it." Replied Aleister with a slight blush on his face as he fired a spell at Lockhart, who quickly transformed into a leech, falling onto the floor.
"Thanks honey. And seeing as the now literal leech stole the time I had booked for a book signing, which I made a month ago, there's no point in us staying here."
"Shall we head for home then, or do you want to do something else?"
"Something else. It involves the two of us in a room and enough… physical activity to make the neighborhood complain about the noise."
"I know better than saying no to that."