I've only just greeted one of the newcomers with a Stunner and yelled at Creevey that we need better cover when Spinnet collapses just a few feet from us. Her agonized cries, amplified several times, echo through the large room. The sound raises my hackles. I instinctively know what's happening to her, but where Dolohov gets the composure from to cast a Cruciatus in such a chaotic situation just for the sheer joy of torture is beyond me.