Fabian was not entirely certain what the oddest part of his current situation was. His suddenly new flat? Which appeared to have twice as much furniture as he'd ever had owned? His brother, nearly a half-decade older, married with a child on the way? His dozen nephews, and the hush-hush about his own future.. or how accepting every one else was of the matter?
He wanted to be so calm, to take so much in stride, but it was hardly a simple matter. Back home- there was a war brewing, on the edges, in the shadows. He had hoped it'd end before he grew old, but apparently it came, left and came again. Bringing a whole new generation the terrors he was only just now beginning to understand. And here he was, making an opening move against Arabella Figg, whom he leaves one day. For what.. and why he din't know.
But he dared not ask.
"There are the Romans to consider. Diana.. perhaps?"