No one was going to sleep. The elves had opened the kitchens and were slowly preparing snacks for the defenders of Hogwarts. No one wanted to eat in the Great Hall, of course, so everyone scattered around the castle. Harry sat down on the stairs with Ron and Hermione: they were eating potato soup, wielding their spoons without much appetite. Harry thought that if he had chosen to go to the Malfoy Manor, the elves would have prepared a proper feast: Voldemort always rolled his eyes when Harry announced the new menu, but sometimes he even came over to the table and tried some of the new creations. Harry squinted, tapping his spoon against his plate.