Cundrie, Marcus, and Oliver were entering a pub in Vertic Alley, Marcus holding a copy of this week's Witch Weekly. Oliver came out as agender who uses the pronouns xe/xem and is dating Cundrie Weasley. Cundrie is grinning wider than ever, they can't believe Oliver finally did it. Finally, xe's admitting it!

"Today's rounds on me, this deserves a celebration!" Marcus volunteered, pushing Oliver to the bar.

"Congratulations!"

"Three rounds of gigglewater-" Marcus ordered as Cundrie opened the copy of Witch Weekly, going straight to page 17, where the interview with Oliver lies. "Read it! Come on!"

"Oliver Wood, Scottish keeper for Puddlemere United, has recently came out to us that this fine person-" Cundrie gave a suggestive look at Oliver, giving a wink. "Is transgender! More specifically, Oliver Wood is agender who uses the pronouns xe/xem. Oliver Wood also came out about xyr sexuality as polysexual, and in love with Cundrie Weasley, a bigender pansexual Junior Undersecretary For the Minister who uses the pronouns she/they!"

"I yam so in love with Cundrie [Weasley]-" Marcus continued, impersonating Oliver's Scottish accent terribly whilst reading the interview part. Oliver blushed as xe hid xyr head to the table. "She an' Marcus [Flint], 'er bostin' skip, encouraged me ter cum ert. I was scared, but they promised ter stoy with me naaa matter what-" Marcus ruffled Oliver's hair. "This is so sweet, eww!"

"Marcus, why am ya so annoyingly humiliaten?" Oliver asked, still not looking up. The bartender returns with three bottles of gigglewater, placing them on the table. "Spare me, gid me loife."

"Cheers!" Cundrie hold up her bottle. Marcus and Oliver followed. "For Oliver, may goodness come for your future."

"Cheers!" The three of them toasted before drinking their respective drinks. Cundrie lets out a 'whoop'.

"Oliver, whatever it is, you have us-" Marcus shoved Oliver's side. "Even if you don't date Cundrie anymore, we're still going to be friends."

"Ta bab-" Oliver nodded, hitting Marcus' side too. "Speaken abart yaouw, though! Yom still all on yaw own, where's future Mr or Mrs or Mx Flint?"

"Oh come on, I'm happy-"

"'Oh come on' oh come on!" Cundrie pulled Marcus away from his seat, causing him to stand up. Cundrie gestured the black shoulder-length haired person, sitting with a mug of butterbeer by themself, a navy blue walker nearby. "That person's cute, why don't you ask them out?"

"I'm not interested-" Marcus shook his head. "Taking care of you is already so tiring, don't need to bother another person."

"That's it! You need a recreation!" Cundrie exclaimed, taking a swig off their drink. Marcus sighed and rolled his eyes.

"No-" Marcus sat back down the bar, Cundrie following.

"Well, there's summat yaouw yav ter does that's not involved with 'er!" Oliver exclaimed, gesturing to Cundrie. "Or just yav a civil conversation with that keffle?" Oliver gestured to a person sitting alone in a wheelchair, drinking butterbeer.

"I can't! What is up with you and 'trying to kick Marcus out'?" Marcus ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Cundrie takes out her money bag from her purse and takes out a galleon, and slid it to Marcus.

"Talk to that person, just be friendly." Marcus gave a glare at Cundrie then the money, and Cundrie smirked. She knew Marcus will take it, not because he needs the money but because she's the one who's asking. True to her guess, Marcus takes the money and walks to that person.

"Hello, I'm Marcus, I use he/him pronouns. What's your name?" Marcus asked, standing in front of them. The person shifted to look at him, smiling softly.

"I'm August, I use he/they pronouns," August introduced himself. Marcus gave a glance at Cundrie who gave him a thumbs up.

"Tell me about yourself, August-" Marcus sniggered before shaking his head. He can't do this. He leaned into August's ear. "My best friends, Cundrie and Oliver, wanted me to talk to you. Let's make it look like we are."

"Aren't you interested in actually talking to me, Marcus?" August laughed, gesturing to themself. Marcus laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah, you're interesting. I'm just shy-" Marcus nodded. "So, uhh, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a historian and I write history books," August revealed. "And you? What about you?"

"I'm a novella writer and a president of a publishing company," Marcus answered. "A historian? That's so cool."

"Yeah, as a historian I figure out aspects of history with evidences that I managed to find with other historian, and I write whatever history I can find, basically-" August takes a drink off his butterbeer. "What about you, though? What genre of the novellas do you usually write?"

"Oh, I usually write horror fiction-" Marcus shrugged. "Nothing compared to what you do."

"Ahh trust me, being a historian isn't as cool as it sounds-" August shook their head. "It's actually very stressful. A piece of evidence can literally ruin a story that you believe is true for so long, and ethically you can't hide it. The more historians present the more stressful it is."

"Why is that?" Marcus asked. "Why is it harder if there are more historians? Shouldn't it be easier that you get more aid?"

"Ahh, you'd think, but it actually isn't so-" August straightened his forefinger. "They can refute your argument and put forth what they think happened, which then would  make the debate even longer."

"So it's bad to have more historians?"

"Not necessarily, it's necessary to consult to more than one historical source of a history event as even a historian tend to be biased," August explained further. "But it does make the job harder to do. You say you're the president of a publishing company, yes?"

"Yeah."

"What company?" August asked. "Maybe I used your service?"

"I don't think you have, my publishing company strictly publishes a range of fictional books, not non-fictional-" Marcus shook his head.

"Ahh I see, so tell me more about yourself."