[Family - or living, for that matter - situations less cheerful than her own usually earn something solemn from the youngest Weasley. True enough she doesn't know what he'll say next, whether it's the truth or an elaborate version of it, but still.
She inclines her head a fraction as he continues, lip caught between her teeth. Why does she always manage to find people in the City that leave her with more questions than answers? She's the same way, she knows, but rarely to the extent as the others. Some days, she wishes she could carry on a conversation without feeling like she's speaking in code, through a filter, around an invisible elephant in a room.]
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She inclines her head a fraction as he continues, lip caught between her teeth. Why does she always manage to find people in the City that leave her with more questions than answers? She's the same way, she knows, but rarely to the extent as the others. Some days, she wishes she could carry on a conversation without feeling like she's speaking in code, through a filter, around an invisible elephant in a room.]
Siblings?