"Cundrie, I need your help."

Cundrie's fireplace that's in her office suddenly lit up to form Marcus' face. Cundrie dropped the paperwork that she was doing to attend the call, inserting her head in the fireplace. Cundrie furrowed her brows, Marcus wouldn't call unless it's an absolute necessity. One instance of this is when he was beaten up a few months ago.

"What's wrong, Marcus?" Cundrie asked. "Is it about your novella? Did you get in a fight again?"

"I got arrested in Antaburgh precinct and I need you to bail me out," Marcus answered with a small voice. Cundrie sighed disappointingly, what the fuck? Can't he just stay out of trouble like a good boy?

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Bullshit! What did you do?" Cundrie exclaimed. "You did something, I know you did, or else you wouldn't be arrested."

"I'm a sex worker alongside a novella writer and the Aurors raided my club," Marcus confessed. "I didn't do anything illegal, I swear! All the customers signed forms to let us know that they come here with 100% full consent, I wasn't stealing or anything, and I don't even know why we were raided!"

"Why didn't you tell me before that you're also a sex worker?" Cundrie asked. "I thought you're just a writer!"

"Well, I don't want you to judge me."

"Marcus, I will NEVER judge you for being a sex worker, ok? Let's get that clear first," Cundrie clarified. "As long as you're happy with your job, I'll never judge you for what you do. Do you like it? Are you safe with what you do?"

"I love it, the boss is nice to me and I sometimes even get inspiration for scenes for my novellas after my sessions," Marcus answered. "Anyway Cundrie, I still need your help. Please bail me out or something! I don't even know why my club was raided, the Aurors gave no reason at all!"

"The raid should be illegal, then!" Cundrie exclaimed. "There's no damn reason why the raid happened. The Aurors can only raid a private area if they have a search warrant because they suspect that place is involved in any illegal activity, and as you've mentioned that your club isn't involved in any illegal activity whatsoever, so the raid should be illegal!"

"Well, I don't know what's wrong! I don't know legalities, that's your shit, not mine!" Marcus defended himself. Cundrie sighed frustratingly. "What should I do?"

"Antaburgh precinct, right?" Cundrie asked. Marcus nodded. "Very well. I'll ask for my day off today."

"What are you going to do?"

"Just stay there and say nothing more, ok?" Cundrie ended the call and stood up before taking her red tote bag, inserting her remaining paperwork before she fire calls the HR, letting him know that she'll be going home early today for a business at home. As soon as she finished the call, she opened the door and left the door, heading for the double floo-connected fireplace and not the single floo-connected fireplace there is in her office.

"Antaburgh!" Cundrie hits the floo powder to the ground harshly, feeling the green flames engulf them as they are transported from chimney to chimney, and end up in a fireplace in Antaburgh. As soon as Cundrie feels the hard solid ground underneath their feet, they wasted no time as they rushed to the police station.

"I'd like to know the charges pressed against Marcus Vulcan Flint, please," Cundrie said as soon as she arrived at the police station.

"Name and relation to Mr Flint?"

"Percival Weasley, I'm his roommate," Cundrie answered simply. She's currently done with her vaginal construction procedure and now it's only uterus growth procedure and changing legal name.

"Marcus Vulcan Flint," the Auror opened a thick navy blue book, flipping between pages. "He was arrested because he was violating Sex Abuse-Protection Law."

"The Sex Abuse-Protection Law is only applicable if one of the parties don't consent to the sex, which is inapplicable to this case because the club had the customers sign letters of consent before entering," Cundrie debated. "Release him and the other prostitutes."

"What proof do you have that the customers had to sign letters of consent?" The Auror asked. "Are you one of the prostitutes there?"

"No, but my roommate is and he told me so," Cundrie confirmed. "Maybe if you asked, you'd know. Why don't you ask the business manager?"

"Fine. Stacy!" The Auror called. Another Auror came. "Get the leader to the questioning room."

"Can you free my friend out?" Cundrie demanded. "He's not the manager or something, he's just a worker."

"Not until we're sure that what you're saying is right." Cundrie hits the table harshly before nodding, sitting down on one of the empty seats. A prostitute walks out, hands tied with glowing yellow handcuffs as an Auror drags them from behind.

Cundrie can only now wait.

Why didn't Marcus tell them sooner? If they had known, this whole thing would have been ignored. They know the law better than anyone, they know how to manipulate the law to benefit them and though they have not done so, they will if the Aurors decide not to work with Cundrie today. They didn't do so with Dolores, but they'll do so for Marcus' sake. Anything for their brother in anything but blood and legalities.

What the hell did Marcus fear, Cundrie to scold him? That's going to be very hypocritical of her, he does realise that she is the one who was kicked out for being trans, right? He does realise that if she scolds him or even sees less of him, she's going to be very hypocritical, right? Especially since a lot of transgender people are either sex workers or sex work positive? Why should Marcus think Cundrie isn't sex work positive? When has Cundrie ever insinuate that she'll think less of him as a sex worker?

How long will all this shit take?