"What an asse, that boss of yourn."

It's the end of December (for her Christian family it's Christmas, but as Cundrie is an atheist, it's the end of December) and Rufus is asking for Cundrie to take him to the Burrow for whatever reason. Shouldn't he at least heard that she hadn't been a Weasley since two years ago? Cundrie took a deep breath in, grateful for Oliver and Marcus beside her. Well, this could be a golden opportunity to flex the fact that Cundrie's legal name is 'Cundrie Eilianna' and no longer 'Percival Ignatius'. She also wants to introduce her brother and her joyfriend.

"What?"

"I moy not be eya when yaouw were kicked ert but I was eya when yaouw were mistreated as a 'sister'-" Oliver put quotation marks as xe whispered. "I knoo 'oo bad they were ter yaouw, 'oo much they wasted yaouw. An' yaw boss forces yaouw ter face them noo? Eesh."

"Just forget it-" Cundrie shook their head as they outstretched their hand to knock on the door. The door opened to reveal their mother, who only had a hand up her face. There was a brief silence before Cundrie decided to break it first.

"Hello, Mother," Cundrie greeted, making sure to make her feminine voice loud and clear. "Happy Christmas."

"Oh, Percy!" Molly sobbed as she threw herself into their arms, giving Cundrie no time to correct her. Fred, George and Harry all had questioning looks on all their faces, looking at their former team captain and the former opposing team captain with Cundrie. What are they doing here?

"You must forgive us for the intrusion," Rufus finally said once Molly had finally let go of Cundrie, her face still beaming. "We were just in the area- work, you know- and Cundrie couldn't resist stopping by."

"Cundrie?" Molly frowned, pointing at Cundrie. Cundrie sighed. "Don't you mean 'Percy'?"

"No, Cundrie has legally changed her name and gender marker as of October 1996," Rufus informed. Molly frowned and Cundrie grit their teeth lowly, both Oliver and Marcus holding each of their shoulders in support.

"Minister, please, come in, sit down!" Molly fussed, jumping to pull up a chair. "Have something to eat, or-"

"No, no," Rufus interrupted. "It's quite alright, Molly. We'll only be here a tat, wouldn't at all if Cundrie didn't want to see you all so badly. I'll just take a stroll around the garden, let you catch up in private. Well, unless anyone would like to show me around." Rufus looked around at all the people present and turned to a delighted face as he sees Harry with an empty plate, gesturing at Harry. "Ah, that young man's finished, why not him?"

"Of course," Harry said after Hermione nudged his side, practically forcing him to go. Rufus and Cundrie exchanged a look before he and Harry left, and now it's just Cundrie, Marcus, Oliver, and the rest of the residents.

"Well, I'm here to tell you that I'm done 'butchering my body'-" Cundrie placed quotation marks for emphasis whilst glaring at Arthur, the transphobic remark she will always remember. "I also changed my legal gender marker to bigender who uses she/they pronouns. My legal name is 'Cundrie Eilianna' now and I am legally not obligated to answer to Percival Ignatius anymore-" Cundrie nodded awkwardly, pressing her jaws together. "You can say whatever you want, the fact won't change."

"Percival-"

"I am here with my foster brother, Marcus-" Cundrie gestured to Marcus. "He took me in when my own family kicked me out, and he was like my brother ever since. He was more like a brother than you ever were, Bill. He supported me and loved me for every decision I ever made-" Cundrie's voice started to break down- "without judging me whilst asking if I'll be safe with the decisions that I make!"

"Cundrie, please calm down-"

"I'm not just here with my foster brother-" Cundrie took a deep breath in as they collected their breath. "I'm here with my joyfriend, Oliver. And yes, as you read in Witch Weekly, Oliver is agender who uses xe/xem pronouns. Again, you can say whatever you want but it won't change the fact that Oliver is my joyfriend or that Oliver is agender. No one is changing who we are."

"Does the Ministry even allow this behaviour?" Arthur asked, furrowing his brows. Cundrie folded her arms together, covering her foundation-covered scar.

"If you define 'allow' as 'working so hard around that I get promoted', then yes, yes I am," Cundrie retorted. Arthur took a deep breath in.

"P- Cundrie!" Ginny barked. Cundrie didn't bother to look at their 'sister'. "That's your dad!"

Cundrie's face contorted as she felt something on her face, only to realise some mashed parsnips. She looked up, seeing Fred and George with dirty, empty hands.

"Don't you care about your sister?!" Marcus barked at the twins and then turned to look at Molly and Arthur. "Huh?! For your daughter?! Don't you care for one of you?!"

"Ginny's our only sister, someone who disrespects our father is no family of ours," Fred said through his gritted teeth, glaring at Cundrie. George grabbed more of the mashed parsnips and threw it at Cundrie.

"Cum on, Cundrie. Let's go-" Oliver said, grabbing Cundrie's side as xe shielded them, walking out. "You'll never return eya- scroo what yaw boss wants."

"Maybe if you fucking bothered, you'd know that your daughter was attacked by her former boss," Marcus continued, slamming his hand at the table in front of Arthur. "You're a part of the Ministry, you should've known!"

"Marcus!" Cundrie yelled, still embraced by Oliver. Marcus stood up and faced them, still barking mad. "Let's go. I'll alert Rufus."

"I'll get him. Just get them home, Oliver," Marcus commanded with a low voice, jaws still tightly locked together. Oliver and Cundrie stepped outside the Burrow, Oliver's embrace still very tight as they both apparated away to Amber Cottage.

"I'm sorry."