[For some strange reason, this all bears a vague resemblance to her family's status among the other pureblooded families. The Welsh thing must be a joke, of course, but there's something that feels somewhat familiar. It's a brief, passing thought that doesn't earn more than a few seconds' consideration, because the rest reminds her of what she's heard of Harry's relatives. Those Dursleys.

Muggles are no different from Wizarding folk, but sometimes, despite the war and all she fights for, it doesn't feel that way. The remark about her brothers earns Will a fleeting smile, and she shrugs.]

You're not the only one. I can't imagine what it must be like without the whole lot of them, even Percy, and he's an absolute tosser, but...

[She pauses, takes a breath because Percy is not the topic at hand here, then asks,]

Erm. So why live with them at all?