As Hermione got to the end of the prophecy, she was met with stunned silence. Afraid to look at Theo, she peered over her shoulder at the others instead. Thor was watching with a passive expression as if he wasn’t quite sure how to take what she’d told them. Harry was pinching the bridge of his nose, black frames pushed up awkwardly. Blaise was Harry’s friend too, and now he was gone. Almost nervously, Hermione finally looked to Loki—his cold indifference making a shiver travel up her spine. At long last, she summoned a single shred of courage and returned her gaze to Theo.