Alecto Carrow wheeled on the crowd, and they bunched together protectively, fearfully. "I’m going to find that blood traitor Ginny Weasley," she seethed, spittle flying, "and if I find out a single one of you brats knows where she is,  this—"  she pointed at Lavender’s helpless, quivering body, "—will look like a fun Sunday afternoon, got it?"