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Hadrian watches the situation unfolding before him with a calculating gaze. This was not how their day was supposed to have gone. It had been near dinner time when the circle had finally managed to coax Bran into Brynn after several hours of trying. The young changeling was slowly getting comfortable shifting around them, with much encouragement from them as a whole (and many cuddles from Harry). The Shadow Ace knew they were being strict with him by making him change at least once every few days, but he couldn’t deny the results. They truly were beautiful in his opinion. Well, everyone’s opinion he supposed, and they were ecstatic that they were finally coming around to their alternate form. Everything had been going wonderfully, until it was going wonderfully wrong. They’d been expecting Molly and the rest of the Weasley’s to arrive for the evening meal, and his three red heads sorely underestimated the sheer brainlessness of their youngest brother. Everything had been fine at first. Pleasantries were exchanged, as well as welcoming hugs from the Weasley matriarch that no one had been able to escape. Except for Alec that is, their resident Merrow had opted out of the gathering entirely. Hadrian hoped Alcandor was making his night miserable. Everyone had been getting along it seemed, until the little prat had decided to open his mouth. Sitting at the far end of the table, he’d stared at Brynn with a horrid scowl on his already unpleasant looking face. “It’s right weird, ain’t it? Bein able to turn into a girl. Bloody unnatural in my opinion.”, oh how Hadrian wished he could sink his claws into the bastard. A growl had started in Harry’s throat as soon as the young Torvak’s mouth had opened. The entire table had fallen silent, the atmosphere suddenly tense. Brynn sat frozen in their seat next to their submissive, a smattering of pastel scales appearing on her face at the discomfort she must have felt. The rat of a child swiveled his head around to look at everyone,”I’m right, aren’t I? It just ain’t right! And don’t even get me started on those stupid rankings. Consort, makes you lot sound like bloody stuck up nobles.” Poor Molly looked utterly mortified at what was coming from her child, and feathers had begun to sprout on Arthur as his anger simmered. That had been a low blow, they’d been filing the paperwork to update Brynn’s status from Consort to Companion and they knew that. They all knew how much she despised that title. This seemed to have been the last straw for his Harry, however. His submissive stood abruptly, pulling Brynn into his arms as he led her out of the dinning room, the cold glare in his eyes clearly telling his Ace to deal with this, or he would, and Hadrian knew that if Harry got involved it would get ugly fast. He was protective of his companion and was not afraid to lower his inhibitions towards violence for them. The first time someone had hurt their changeling it had been brutal, if Hadrian hadn’t been bonded to him he would have assumed that it was a gheyo they had gone against. It had been impressive, and Alec was walking on air for days at how Harry had dealt with them, as apparently he’d been giving him pointers on how the merrow operated for the times he visited Killigan under the waves(and wasn’t that a terrifying thought with his submissive’s temper). He glanced apologetically at Molly before walking over to Ron and scruff him by his shirt collar. Nodding to Theo and Arthur, they followed him out of the room. Needless to say, Ron never so much as looked in their changeling’s direction after that in fear of what they’d do.