She hurled his legs over the edge of the railing onto the landing below and turned to find Crabbes burnt up husk still curled in the foetal position surrounded by the red blooms of blood from Macnair. She floated him over the railing too and picking up Macnair's collar again she dragged his torso down the flight of stairs, each footfall causing a loud thud to echo throughout the confines. Theo and Luna called from behind her, confused by her actions, she paid them no mind. When she reached the landing she smiled at seeing Crabbes broken back laying over the back of a chair and Macnairs legs impaled by an old telescope holder. The vanishing cabinet door was open wide, looking as ordinary as a muggle wardrobe. Hermione levitated Crabbe and then the telescope holder with the impaled legs into the cabinet. Finally she bent down to look into the dead unseeing eyes of Macnair. His face was grey, eyes blown wide, all the blood vessels burst so they resembled shiny red marbles. She made herself take notice of all these things, the drool at the corner of his limp mouth, the slice above his eyebrow where another of Draco’s diffindo’s had opened him up and the sickening smell that now permeated the small space.