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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.”

Mid-January The Burrow { @mollyaprewett }

Minerva woke up drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, as she had every morning for the last three weeks. Her hand flew to her chest as she tried to slow down her breathing and banish the vivid images that were still flashing through her mind from the nightmare that tore her from her sleep. After a few moments of suppressing the panic that had welled up inside of her, Minerva’s breathing began to return to normal and her heart rate slowed. Sighing, she looked over at the clock. 04:56. It was early, but she knew that she wouldn’t be getting back to sleep, so she pulled off the covers and stepped out of the bed.

After a long, hot shower and a steaming mug of tea (not to mention a small amount of calming draught), Minerva was feeling much better. She picked at the breakfast that the house elves always sent up to her rooms on the weekends, not eating much. Since the...incident...she hadn’t had much of an appetite. Once she had given up on the idea of finishing her breakfast, she settled into her favorite chair by the window overlooking the grounds of the castle, her favorite book in hand. She tried to read for a while, but eventually set the book down with a sigh. She couldn’t get those images out of her head no matter what she did to try and distract herself. 

What she needed was to be with someone, someone who knew about her time in the Lestrange manor but wouldn’t push her to talk about it. Someone who would be able to offer her a distraction and maybe even some comfort. Knowing exactly who that someone might be, Minerva pulled on a heavy cloak and made her way through the grounds, apparating outside of the castle gates. She shivered in the cold wind as she made her way up the hill to the Burrow, her pace quick to get out of the cold faster. When she finally reached the door, she knocked sharply, her hands freezing as they were exposed to the chill air.

Marlene knew that she couldn’t avoid this particular problem forever. She missed frequenting the Swish n’ Flick, and she missed most of the smiling faces she’d become accustomed to seeing so frequently. Of course, she had been avoiding quite a few of the Prewetts as of late. Frank, for reasons unknown, never seemed to be happy to see her. Fabian, who had taken her on a whirlwind of a task to get her into more trouble than anything was worth. And, of course, Molly.

The woman had given her so much, and the one way she could think to repay her was to go against her direct orders. Perhaps she didn’t have much of a choice, with Fabian’s insistence, but it still felt as if she had done something wrong. She had steered clear of the woman for far too long, and she was sure Fabian had passed on some sort of information to his sister by now. So, when she spotted an open seat beside the woman at the bar, she didn’t hesitate to take it. “How’ve you been, Molly?” she asked, her voice soft.

Ariel leaned against the pole near the train station. While people visiting Hogsmeade didn’t necessarily show up on the train, some of the usual apparition points and floo fireplaces were near by as well. She and Molly had made plans to meet up after Christmas, exchange their gifts and spend some nice time in the village. 

That day the village was even quieter than normal, so the sound of footsteps approaching was clear through the snow. Ari turned, grinning when she saw the telltale fiery red hair,  “Hey Molls,” She said, approaching her. 

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Ivy pulled her other heel on before standing up straight to check her reflection in the floor-length mirror hanging from her closet door. Satisfied with the way the dress she was wearing clung to her figure, she pulled out her favorite tube of lipstick from the top drawer of her dresser that held all of her cosmetics, applying it as the finishing touch on her makeup for the night. Finished, she inspected her appearance and stepped away, pleased with the final result.

It had been ages since the last time she and Molly had gone out for a girl’s night out (as in two children ago), and Ivy wanted to make this one just as memorable as all the ones that came before. She had no doubts that Molly would have no idea what she was planning, but she had readily anticipated that. Three outfits already lay out on the bed behind her, ready to be forced on Molly the second she showed up at the door.

Ivy’s lips twitched in amusement as she anticipated the appalled look that Molly was sure to get once she realized what Ivy was planning. There was no doubt in her mind that Molly’s idea of a girl’s night out consisted of something far more low-key than what Ivy had planned, and she almost couldn’t wait to see the fight that Molly would put up when Ivy tried to get her into one of the dresses lying in wait on the bed. 

When the sound of a knock came at the door of her flat, Ivy bounded across the space, unable to contain her excitement for a moment longer. Pulling open the door, her gaze fell on a disheveled looking Molly, and she felt gratified to know that she knew her best friend so well that she had predicted the very outfit Molly would be wearing. As Molly’s eyes widened upon seeing Ivy’s attire, a smirk spread across Ivy’s face, and she reached forward to pull her best friend into the flat. “Come on, Mrs. Weasley. We have no time to waste.”