Claire’s voice wavered as she continued, "Both my parents were wizards, so yes, I am a witch." She murmured, her gaze fixed upon Jamie. She was aware that her appearance was dishevelled, her eyes wild, but she paid it no mind and inquired, "Do you know when I was born? On the thirty-first of July, nineteen hundred and eighty. Can you hear me?" she demanded, her voice rising, desperate for acknowledgement. "Nearly three hundred years from now! "