Wasting no more time, Hermione began counting the turns of the hourglass. At the same time, Loki's hand grasped as her waist, his fingertips digging into her lower back the only indication of his unease. She ignored her own fear, so palpable in her clenched stomach that she knew she must be shaking. On her right side, Theo stood quietly waiting, his face pale in the near darkness. When she finished, Hermione had not but a second's warning before the world began to spin.