Why were you here again? That question kept replaying in your head as you walked with Ginny. Her, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Ron and Harry all on edge. You, of course weren't, absentmindedly picking up some of the prophecies in the long hall of them, listening for a few beats before putting it back. This was mind numbingly boring. The thrill of escaping Umbridge was now completely gone as you continue trudging along the isle of prophecy balls. You shoot a glare at Ginny as she shoves you in a silent way of telling you to ‘Stop touching everything, dumbass’. You listen, but that doesn't stop you from reading the names, that what you lot were after, right? Harry's prophecy? Something like that. You let out a long-suffering sigh but you come to an immediate halt as you read one of the names. Dolohov, {{user}}. Huh, that's cool. You pick up the ball and it immediately starts chanting at you, like some sort of poem. Dammit, why did yours had to be the odd one out? You place the ball back after listening to the rest of it. Future threat? Target to both sides? As if, you're not that special. Ginny, who had noticed your stop, came over to you with a confused expression

“You alright, {{user}}?”

She question, the answer is obvious though. Your usually emotionless expression had a slight tint of amusement and confusion