They're a group that works. In first glance, it seems that they don't work at all. But if anyone bothered to truly understand it, it seems that they perfectly fit as a group. They would all come up with the idea together. She'd design and spray paint it. Xe'd come up with the location and be the lookout. He'd be her helper. Their arts are so beautiful, if they're not so political it could belong to a museum. But a political art comes with a threat of imprisonment, and they should've remembered to always watch their backs. (If you possess half a brain, which I know that you would have both possession of your brains, I don't own Harry Potter, it belongs to J. K. Rowling. And also this would be different than the books or the movies, but it's a fanfic, I can do whatever I want with it.) (This is not related to Dearest Daughter but I like the trans bigender Percy headcanon so I'm just going to reuse the idea and the name. But it's not related.) Warning! This story contains: Curse words Alcoholism Drug abuse Homophobia Transphobia Mentions of Self-Harm