[ Under the blankets is beginning to feel a little like an oven, so she tosses them back and props her head up on her hand, leaning on her elbow. At the mention of Sirius, her eyebrows jump. ]

Wow, stop the presses. [ She's only half-sarcastic, given the last time something insane happened. Claire scratches her forehead then digs thumb and middle finger into the hollows of her eyes, rubbing. ] It's a good thing you were able to find William before things went further than cosmetic. I don't know how much longer it could have continued like that, even with people figuring out how to shake people out of it.