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Even though he was used to living alone, the Burrow felt more like home than his own flat. But maybe that was the people there, his family, all but Gideon under the one roof. It meant he was accustomed to being drawn there, to be spending long evenings surrounded by the laughter of his nephews, the warm love between his sister and her husband and his own joy around them all.
Yes, usually it made Fabian very happy to be here. But he’d avoided the Burrow with an almost desperation these last few days. It hurt to be around them, to think of his lost cousin, how much he’d failed her. And he knew Molly, better than anyone else, would see right through him, past all appearances and uncover his rage as well as his grief. His sister was like that.
He watched the flames flicker in her living room, waiting for Molly to come back with a cup of tea. He’d given in, in the end, to the tug of home. Somehow he always ended up needing to confide in her. (Somehow he always ended up with something he needed to confide). The encounter with Bellatrix was weighing heavily on him. It had been another failure, arguably, since it turned out she wasn’t the one to kill Athena. So he was still lost, still looking for the answer. Perhaps Molly could help with that. If she ever came back - knowing his sister, she had a tendency to overflow with love and do far too much for her family. “You know, I did just want a cup of tea. I hope you’re not in there baking a cake for me.”
