"Clearing out the cells," he says succinctly, jaw bunching and shoulders hunching further and she understands then, why he looked at her like that, coming in. He has been killing the prisoners that have no further use to Voldemort, and burning the corpses, and it was not that long ago that she was down there. She remembers the stench of the flesh as it burnt, and a sudden sickness rises in her belly. She clamps her lips hard together before she answers, and he watches her with steady eyes that look as if he expects her disgust to be heaped upon him. As if he would take it willingly.