Pansy cut him off, efficiently taking control of the situation, as her husband seemed to have been struck dumb. "Ron, call Harry. Have him bring Susan." She whipped her wand out as she spoke, conjuring a sheet large enough to protect her couch as Ron rushed to the fireplace. "Blaise, put her down here. Go to the linen closet, it's just through the hall behind me, get every towel and sheet you can find, bring them here." She watched Ron disappear, heading to Harry's, knowing it would be quicker to physically rouse him than scream into the fireplace for minutes on end. Blaise complied with her instructions and rushed from the room, leaving her alone with Hermione fucking Granger's (apparently not quite dead) body.