As they entered the castle, the sounds of revelry filtered into the Entrance Hall. Dolohov shoved her into the Great Hall and into the middle of a party. People filled the expansive room, and black curtains fell from the rafters. The roof was no longer enchanted. In some ways, the gathering was identical to the party she had just come from. But in others, it was so very different. There was much less colour, a decided lack of many women, and an underlying sense of alertness. At the end of the Hall, on the raised area where the teachers used to sit, lounged the elite Death Eaters, observing from on high. 