Pansy and Neville were overseeing the last of the drunken, randy guests leave. Most of them had watched the spectacle the Lord and Lady had put on, and then decided to start ones of their own among the audience. It made for quite a bit of tidying up to do now. Neville was looking around in disgust, still shocked at what he’d seen. Pansy was already working to the utmost efficiency, leaving a trail of cleanliness where she went. Neville had watched her dumbly in awe for a moment until realizing it was his job, too. He set to work, trying not to think about the disturbing sight of Hermione drinking Malfoy’s blood in front of everyone. Several panicked thoughts and suspicions were demanding his attention but he was tired and overwrought and could not deal with that, too.