Yaxley pawed at a woman, transfigured to look alarmingly young. Rookwood pressed the heel of his hand into his crotch while Persephone Zabini kissed and fondled a Veela. Alecto and Amycus Carrow poked their wands through the bars of one of the gilded cages as the man inside flinched at the minor burns, valiantly trying to maintain his performance. Cassius Warrington, Marcus Flint and Gregory Goyle were being fed shots from the breasts of a line of buxom women. As they passed, Flint tossed back a shot without using his hands and spat the little glass onto the floor. The woman scurried to get the glass as it skittered away. Looking up, Flint leered at Hermione from across the room.