Claire’s gaze lingered on Jamie, studying him intently, her eyes searching for any signs of distress or lingering pain. Though he appeared physically intact, she couldn’t shake the worry that lingered in her heart. She couldn’t help but draw parallels to her own experiences, memories of offering herself to Voldemort resurfacing. In Jamie’s silent demeanour, she saw shades of Fred and George, who always masked their pain with humour and avoidance of serious conversation.