"Hey, Cundrie."

"Oliver!"

It's been three weeks since their friendly date, and two days after Cundrie's breast growth procedure. Oliver holds a bouquet of flowers, which Cundrie recognises as yellow chrysanthemums, gardenia, and gerbera daisies.

"Eya yaouw goo, Dri," Oliver hands Cundrie the bouquet, Cundrie perking up as she went to inspect it closer.

"This looks so nice, Ver!" Cundrie grabbed the flower bouquet, touching the petals in admiration. "Thanks."

"Yom welcum-" Oliver nods, patting Cundrie's shoulders. "Congratulations, Dri."

"Thanks, Ver-" Cundrie sighed whistfully, putting the bouquet on her belly. "You know what do I miss?"

"What?" Oliver asked, looking at Cundrie in wonder.

"Hogwarts," Cundrie answered, nodding solemnly. "Us. How crazy we were for our own things. I miss you revising your Quidditch plans until I go crazy, you 'mocking' me for doing essays way ahead of time, I miss Luis who constantly blew things up and Erik who kept playing Exploding Snap and losing an eyebrow."

"I wasn't that crazy for Quidditch-" Oliver defended xemself, crossing xyr arms. "Am just passionate abart it."

"You were that crazy for Quidditch, Oliver-" Cundrie chuckled. "I remember you wrote a long detailed list of every players of every house's strength and weaknesses. It persists even until 7th year. No one else does that! Not even Marcus did that, and he was a team captain like you!"

"If that's bad, what abart yaouw taken all-nighters ter does essays that am weeks later?" Oliver and Cundrie laughed together. "An' biten me ear off when I backen me essays."

"I just want to get to the Ministry, this whole transition thing isn't cheap!" Cundrie exclaimed, then pant afterwards. Damn, she forgot  she just went through breast growth procedure, she can't exactly do that. "I wanted you to not drop far behind your grades because of Quidditch, you were an addict. Still am, might I say."

"Yom a crackin skip, yaouw really cared," Oliver nodded. "Thanks."

"My care wasn't so real, at least for my siblings back at Hogwarts-" Cundrie shook her head. Oliver furrowed xyr brows, what does she mean? "I mean, I love them, but I was so strict on them to gain my parents' attention and make them think I'm competent. I talk about wanting to be the pride of my parents then, it surprises me how much it changes. They're not even here to let me share my joy."

"Hey, forget abart them-" Oliver held Cundrie's hand, shaking xyr head. "They'll cum around, they'll apologise. If they doy, it's their loss."

"How could they even feel like that? Like they're losing something?" Cundrie asked, feeling tears welling up their eyes. Fuck, they miss them so much. "They have six other children who stuck by them, I only have two parents who left me. How could they- I don't believe- shit. I'm the one who's losing here, not them. What did they lose?"

"They lost a smart, hardworken, beaotiful daughter. That's what they lost," Oliver confirmed, running circles on the back of Cundrie's hand. "Maybe yaouw doy yav a family with the Weasleys, but we am yaw family. Marcus an' me. I knoo they've wasted yaouw not only when yaouw were disowned, but woy back."

"What do you mean?" Cundrie asked, looking at Oliver whilst cocking her head. "What do you mean 'they've wasted me way back'?"

"Yaouw always took care of yaw siblings well, be'ah than yaw older brothers taken care of yaouw," Oliver elaborated. "But yaw younger siblings always mock yaouw whenever yaouw does. They never thanked yaouw an' med yaouw the aass of their jokes."

"I don't think that's the case," Cundrie denied. "I was uptight, I was a killjoy. I mean- I was boring. I mean- I wasn't fun. You know what I was like."

"But it was all fer their own bostin, naaa? An' yaouw weren't always a strict prick, yaouw also helped them with their schoolwerk an' wellbeen. Did Bill or Charlie does the same ter yaouw?" Oliver asked. Cundrie sighed, not wanting to have a full debate. "If only I 'ad a sister who cared fer me loike yaouw does, I wouldn't yav wasted 'er."

"I only cared for them that much so my parents think I'm competent, so they can be like 'wow, Cundrie can take care of their siblings whilst also being HG and keeping straight O grades!'-" Cundrie shook their head. "I based my whole existence on making them happy, and for once I tried to do something to make myself happy, but they aren't. They aren't. Where did I do wrong? Where did I miscalculate the equation?"

"Yaouw doy does anythen wrong, nothen wrong with the equation-" Oliver squeezed Cundrie's fingers. "Sum people just doy knoo what they're wasten until they've lost it. They've lost yaouw an' it's their loss, not yourn."

"I miss them!" Cundrie lets her tears fall as she sobbed, Oliver touching her shoulders firmly as to express xyr sympathy. "It's been nearly a year! I don't know how long I can do this for."

"Yoo boy the 'un who should be otchin back ter them, Dri-" Oliver shook xyr head, rubbing Cundrie's arm as they cried openly. "Things shouldn't yav ended up loike this, but they does. Parents shouldn't ever kick their children awoy, but yourn does. But it's not yaw fault, Dri. Yaouw did nothen wrong."

Cundrie sobbed openly, moving their not-so-soft hand to touch Oliver's rough ones. Maybe xe's right, they can start a new family with Marcus and Oliver. Marcus has been nothing but great to Cundrie ever since they ran away to him, and Oliver has been such a great person ever since they met. It's true that Cundrie likes Oliver, but even if they don't, Cundrie would still want Oliver to stay in their life.

"Yeah, you're right-" Cundrie nodded, still holding Oliver's hand. "I'm not the one who should be crawling back to my parents."

"Let them crawl back ter yaouw, yoo boy evil fer knowen yaw worth."