Fabian winced at Voldemort's name. He didn't say it at all, no matter what Dumbledore said - fear of the name and fear of the thing itself, you just didn't tempt fate in his book. Times must be different, if she would still say it, no matter if she was nervous.
He still sat there however, until she dropped her head into her knees. "Hey. Hey-" He stood up, grabbed his jacket (almost the same as his own back home, almost) and dropped it around her shoulders. It was his go-to for comfort, no matter the recipient.
"Well... I like chess." He started, seated across from her once again, "Don't let your mother tell you otherwise, because I always won. My favorite food is a rueben and chips, the big ones, not the pansy ones that some people try and pull off. I.. can't drive a muggle car very well, and I once ate three goldfish on a dare."
There, that's what a girl would want to know about her father, right? Right?