"Thank you so much for letting me stay here, Marcus. I don't know where else to go."

Cundrie is currently in Amber Cottage, Marcus' cottage. Cundrie didn't know where to apparate and instead landed in Godric's Hollow, where they can only look around in confusion. Luckily, they see Marcus there, who had been their fair acquaintance back in Hogwarts and invited them in.

"What happened, Cundrie?" Marcus asked, sitting next to Cundrie on the sofa. "Is it your parents? Should I fire call them?"

"No, not that they'd care-" Cundrie played with her fingers. "I came out to them."

"And?"

Cundrie can only look up at Marcus, sadness in their eyes. Realisation dawned on Marcus' face as he understood the clue.

"Oh."

"Yeah-" Cundrie nodded. "All the shit about how I'm 'butchering my body' and how I'm 'seeking for attention', all the shit!"

"Shit-" Marcus shrugged. He sat up straighter, mischievous glint in his eyes. "If you want-"

"What?" Cundrie stands up, squinting her eyes. She has a bad feeling about this, usually Marcus Flint with ideas = trouble.

"I'm not going to suggest anything illegal, if that's what you're thinking-" Marcus immediately shook his head. "I got another room for whenever I get angry, the walls are covered in soft cushions and there are lots of soft figures to lose your shit there. It's soundproof too, so you can shout all you want. What do you say, Cundrie?"

"Lead the way," Cundrie said, her head facing down.

"Just leave your wand there and don't harm yourself, alright?" Marcus said. "I know I can trust you, but a reminder won't hurt."

Cundrie placed her wand down the table that's next to her trunk. Marcus nods as he stood up and left, Cundrie following. Marcus leads to a wooden door, opening it to reveal a cushioned room with several soft figures from round to rectangular to triangular to human-like, just like what Marcus had said.

"Don't go too far and hurt yourself, alright?" Cundrie nods. Marcus closes the door, leaving Cundrie alone inside. Cundrie grabs a triangular figure and held it over their head, taking a few steps back from the wall. Cundrie took a deep breath in and...

"AAAHHH!" Cundrie yelled loudly as she tried to run as fast as her two legs can bring her, throwing the triangular figure to the wall, causing it to bounce off and hit her in the face, causing her glasses to be too near. Cundrie cleaned her glasses before continuing her rage, kicking the figure far off and instead started punching the walls with her two bare hands.

"Fuck you!" Cundrie chanted repeatedly, imagining the wall to be her father's face. Fuck him and his 'you're butchering your body' speech! Fuck him and his 'you're born with a boy's genitals' speech! Fuck him! She kicked the wall repeatedly, keeping on screaming. She grabbed a human-like figure and throwing it off, imagining it to be her mother that she's throwing off.

Cundrie sobbed as they shrivelled down where they stood. Why? Why didn't their family love them? What's so hard to understand? They're always Cundrie and never Percy, what's so hard to get? If they can get people who transfigure their bodies for fun, why don't they understand them? The only one who seemed to be defending them earlier was Ron, and even then he only said 'we should hear what Cundrie has to say first', not direct defending.

Cundrie wiped the tears off her eyes, her voice hoarse from crying. Cundrie punched the cushioned floor near her repeatedly, feeling desperate with each punch. Maybe if she comes back, maybe if she apologises, maybe if she says 'we can agree to disagree'? No, that won't work. She's done with living a lie. She doesn't want to pretend for her parents anymore. She wants to live for herself and not for them, and if living for herself means being disowned by your parents, then so be it.

Should it be considered that she was disowned by her parents, or they disown her? She didn't want to leave them but she was the one who let out the 'you've lost a child' ultimatum. They were the ones who were so inconsiderably rude to her about her gender identity and her sexuality. Did she disown herself, since she didn't say the phrase 'you aren't my parents' but rather 'you've lost a child', meaning she was the one who deviate from them and not the other way around? What?

Cundrie took out their handkerchief from their pocket and wiped the tears off their eyes and their snot away, before folding it and placing it back in their pocket. Cundrie opened the door, leaving the room and closing the door behind them. On the sofa they see Marcus sitting there, two glasses of water on the table along with Cundrie's wand.

"Have a drink," Marcus said. Cundrie muttered a 'thank you' as she walked to the sofa, taking the glass of water and drinking it.

"I don't remember a specific spell to alter how you look but I remember a spell to alter your clothes," Marcus starts, breaking the silence. "If you want, we can transfigure your clothes to a dress."

"But I still have a-" Cundrie stops, remembering the gaff that they have. "I have a gaff, that's for tucking."

"Fantastic!" Marcus clapped his hands. "Go to the bathroom, wear that gaff, I'll help you transfigure your clothes and we'll shop for more, ok?"

Cundrie took out a gaff from their trunk and Marcus points the bathroom, which they enter. Cundrie took off their clothes and starts wearing their gaff, tucking in their penis. Cundrie looked at their clothes, they figure they can transfigure their own clothes without disturbing Marcus. Chanting a simple 'multicorfors', they transformed their dark green shirt and black trousers to light blue baby doll dress and smiled. Cundrie stepped out the bathroom.

"Marcus, where do you suggest we buy the clothes for me?"