Pansy had warned them from the start to expect such an ordeal. She said the Dark Lord didn’t do it as often as he used to, which they ought to be glad about. Neville had only done so a handful of times since he’d entered the manor, but a warning couldn’t entirely shield the blow. Luna tried as best as she could to mentally block off the sounds of the Lord and Lady together in their bedchamber but wasn’t always successful. If Neville was stationed there with her, he would hold her hand and hold it tight if he sensed she was struggling.