"Hey, Cundrie. Take a seat, we should have a talk again."

It's already the next day. Cundrie was just back from the Ministry, seeing Marcus on the sofa. Cundrie frowned, doesn't he have work?

"Don't you have work?"

"I can work from everywhere, I only need to go when my publishers need me," Marcus answered simply. "And Paige is working on our weekly STD testing, I only went for testing and tomorrow I can see my result."

"That's good to hear-" Cundrie nods, sitting down. Neither Cundrie nor Marcus started to talk, both only sitting in silence whilst twiddling with each of their own fingers. After a while, finally Marcus looked up at Cundrie, deciding to break the silence.

"Can we talk about yesterday?" Marcus asked. Cundrie looked up to him. "I'm sorry I yelled at you and basically called you lazy. I shouldn't have done that."

"I am concerned for you, Marcus-" Cundrie shook their head slowly. "You're lucky you haven't got sued, but what if someone were to realise and sue you for exposing their private story? I know you said you changed a few aspects so it's not always so noticeable, but what if it gets that noticeable? I know it's impossible to get 100% original idea, but what if they realise? What if you get in trouble?"

"There's always accidental plagiarism even if I don't do what I do," Marcus fought. Cundrie furrowed her brow. "No scene is ever truly 100% authentic. As long as I don't take a whole life story and only snippets, I think I'll be safe. I mean, many writers take inspiration from snippets of others' lives too if you look at the history of writing, but no one's complaining."

"As long as you know what you're doing-" Cundrie nodded as she took a deep breath in wearily. "I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't, Dri. I'll be safe-" Marcus nodded. "I'm sorry for the things I yelled yesterday. And umm, you don't have to move out. I like having you here. I mean, I don't have anyone else. I don't have my parents and I don't have siblings, you can stay here. We can split the bill if you feel so guilty of staying here without paying."

Cundrie stood up, walking to sit next to Marcus. As soon as she did, she immediately engulfed him with a tight hug, resting her head on top of his shoulder blade. Marcus sat there, dumbfounded, until he got back his sense and hugged her back, equally tight. Neither of them said anything more; neither of them felt that they need to.

"Thank you-" Cundrie smiled at him once they separated. "For everything. Giving me a room, giving me a home, safety, love, thank you."

"Hey, it's alright. You give me love too, you know-" Marcus playfully hit Cundrie's shoulders, making them laugh.

"Yeah, I think we should split the bill-" Cundrie said. "I make a lot of money, a lot of it's for my feminising procedures but I'm almost done. I feel guilty of not helping you around the house. I know since last year you always said you're fine with it, but we should split the bill."

"Are you sure?" Marcus asked. "I really don't mind paying all on my own. It's my house."

"It's legally your house but since I'm your roommate and I basically live here, I should pay with you," Cundrie denied. "I should help pay the bills."

"Ok, then-" Marcus shrugged.

"Well, umm, I want to go to Oliver's. Don't follow me," Cundrie announced, standing up.

"Ehem, ehem-" Marcus wiggled his brows suggestively.

"Shut up," Cundrie shot a look at Marcus, walking away for the floo-connected fireplace. Cundrie grabbed a handful of floo powder, entering the chimney.

"Oliver Wood's log house!" Cundrie enunciated clearly, dropping the floo powder hard to the base of the chimney. Green flames covered Cundrie as they feel themself transported away, no longer feeling the base of Amber Cottage fireplace under their heels. Cundrie then felt different ground underneath them and dropped to their knees. Oliver's chimney.

"Oliver! It's Cundrie!" Cundrie announced, standing up from the chimney to clean herself from the soot. "Where are you?"

"Cundrie?" Cundrie looked up, seeing a freshly-showered Oliver, wearing red striped t-shirt with creme knee-length trousers, xyr damp wavy brown hair resting on xyr shoulders. "What's up?"

"Good, good," Cundrie answered, letting herself fall on the couch. "You?"

"I'm bostin muself-" Oliver shrugged, heading for xyr kitchen. "Yaouw want anythen?"

"Just anything you got ready already, what you got?" Oliver opens the chiller box, staring at it.

"Well, I got pumpkin fizz, fizzy orange juice, an' daisyroot. What'd yaouw want?" Oliver named. Cundrie turned her head.

"Daisyroot," she answered. Oliver closed back the chiller box and heads for the cooking table, where lays a single dark green-tinted bottle. Oliver grabbed two white wine glasses and filled them up with the yellowish sparkly liquid up to the brim. Oliver closes back the cap and hands one to Cundrie, keeping one for xemself.

"Cheers," Cundrie smirked they start drinking, Oliver following. A nice feeling of calmness wash over Cundrie's innards.

"So, what did yaouw does to-die?" Oliver asked, still drinking xyr drink. "'Oo is werk?"

"Work is just the same, my boss this time is a bit more decent towards me-" Cundrie shrugged. "Marcus, however, I don't know what to do with him."

"What did ee does this toyme?" Oliver asked, rolling xyr eyes with a slight amused smirk. It made Cundrie laugh, even Oliver knows Marcus is one troublemaker.

"He got arrested," Cundrie revealed. Oliver widened xyr eyes, finishing xyr daisyroot draught. "He wasn't arrested for anything wrong, he's a sex worker and his club got raided for no reason. After a complaint and explanations, he was released."

"Cack, what a terrible situation," Oliver raised xyr brows in surprise. Cundrie finished their drink. "I hope he's fine, noo."

"Yeah, he is."