Blaise was lounging on the piano bench, occasionally playing a key, while watching the other inhabitants of the room in various states of copulation. The Death Eaters had clearly underestimated him. Overcharged, Blaise had not had any problems to light up their desires and push enough force into it to nurture them into bonfires. Two Ladies were rolling on the floor. McNair and McGregor were fucking on the sofa. Several other pairs, not those who had entered the ball together, engaged in copulation in various stages of undress. For several moments, the monochrome trio stood just beyond the entrance. Then Harry offered one word, loud enough for all to hear, "Good."