Fabain took the handful of steps necessary to join his cousin, feeling the snap of the wards coming back up almost as soon as he was through. It was nearly the same on his own flat. He wasn't suspected as an Order member - at least he was pretty sure he wasn't - but being disowned by his other dear cousin (who was more purist than his father and twenty times more vocal about it) still made him vaguely uneasy. Even if she was a woman. Gryffindor he had been, but when it came to matters of home (that's where he shagged his girls, after all - usually) Fabian didn't like to take chances. That was better left to the card table.
"Nearly," he answered in response to work. "Getting toward the end of mating season, so there's about two dozen big angry males who are all protective of their harems. And a few younger ones that think they're fucking big-shots, trying to fight for the right to mate. Gets a little messy now and then." Fabian shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Merlin knows what we'll find in the morning, but things were relatively quiet when I finished my shift." He sounded fairly offhand. Run-of-the-mill work. Chasing dragons off. No big deal.