Last summer when news had broken about a girl's death in Hogsmeade Jeremy had paid the sort of attention to it that one did when it affected politics of where one lived. But he hadn't known the family, hadn't been intimately connected to the news in any way. Now, seeing the headline, ice filled his veins. It was the woman he loved, the one sitting before him - and not sitting before him at the same time. For Sadie- Sloane - to have gone through such a thing, he could barely stomach the thought.

After a glance at the paper and the renewed horror of what had happened Jeremy set it aside, focusing on her instead. "It explains why you always wished to fly." He mentioned gently, trying to accept this, to get them back on track. He wanted to ask if she'd consider flying again, or riding again, but he felt it wouldn't be right to do so. Instead he sought about for more stable footing once again.

"So you're related to the famous Rufus Bixby." He mused, trying to half a chuckle. "He was a year a behind of me at school." Jeremy found himself admitting. Rufus had been a ball of energy back then and all of the girls had been quite taken with him. "'How has he been?" It seemed only polite to inquire.