Huffing, Hermione crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. "It’s not a bloody lie, Loki. All I have are three names. Nothing else." As the kettle began to whistle, she dropped her arms and walked past him to turn off the stove. Finding it not on, she waved her hand and the spell heating the pot ended. "I’d tell you if I knew what it said, because if I knew, I’d probably be doing everything in my power to keep Gwyneira safe."