The lounge was crammed full of people, the air stifling and warm. Typical. Apparently no one had thought of a cooling charm – and then just as he thought that, someone must have cast one because the temperature noticeably went down, and the air freshened. Draco looked around; the permanent residents of the Godric’s Hollow house were present, as were a few of the Order members that had been based in the Room of Requirement, a ragged bunch of Aurors, some adult witches and wizards Draco didn’t know, or recognised vaguely as being Ministry workers, parents of Hogwarts students, or blood traitors, and Karkaroff and his escort. Karkaroff stood in a corner talking to Shacklebolt, and his escort were clumped nearby – five young men a year or so older than Draco, all with the stolid, dour expressions that seemed to come naturally to Durmstrang students.