He could hear Sadie again, hear it in her words, her voice, her passion, the way her face tugged just there as it did when she was earnest on the matter she was speaking. Sadie. His Sadie. The woman he loved. She was still in there. She was hurting and in pain. And going through so much yet again.

And Hogwarts. It all fit. Her desire to go there, her love of Hogsmeade, the way she had admitted it felt like home. He couldn't imagine the struggle she was going through now. Jeremy found himself standing up, walking back to her, "May I?" He asked nodding to the seat beside her on the couch. He desperately wished he could take the pain from her, pull her hands in his again and tell her it was alright. But this was a tender truth she was telling him and as such he had to treat it delicately. And so he would, Sadie - Sloane - she deserved that.