Even when married, Balthazar didn’t think he had ever seen Miss Lovegood so eager to see him—a fact that was leaving him now decidedly disquieted. The woman before him looked like Miss Lovegood but her energy was so foreign to him that Balt could not help but wonder if she had, perhaps, neglected to tell him she was a twin. That would explain the ill luck of their union, if nothing else.

I know my heart now.

He had not particularly been moving, but at that, Balthazar metaphorically froze.

“I—I’m not altogether certain what you mean, Miss Lovegood,” he replied cautiously.