Sensing the danger, Loki tried to shield himself, pulling magic from his core to deflect whatever curse she was about to send his way. As her wand started to slice through the air, a battle cry leaving her lips, the lights in the room grew brighter and brighter until they all exploded in a brilliant flare of electricity. They were plunged into semi-darkness, the only light from the window. He was panting, the sound not nearly as loud as the wheezing emanating from Hermione. With relief, he noticed she’d lowered her wand. He was going to ask what happened, when a shrieking cry began to sound from down the hall.