Andi scowled at Rosalie's incoherency. "Calm down," she snapped. "Try to talk coherently at least so we can sort this out as quickly as possible." Her mind leapt to the possibility that, of course it wasn't a full-fledged Deatheater, but yet another idiotic emo who thought it was oh-so-cool to be anti-establishment.

In which case...

Andi smiled. She wasn't the Divination, but she could predict this someone's future. It had knives in it.

And other sharp things.