"Bloody kids, always destroying everything..." Filch muttered under his breath, sweeping the floor with an old broom, though it had no effect other than moving the dust around and kicking it up in the air, making him cough and hack.

Irma Pince picked up books fallen to the floor after the Final Battle, seeing several with torn pages. "Death Eaters, have no respect for others property... the gift of knowledge!"

"Chaos everywhere..." Filch said.

"Things strewn all about..." Madam Pince continued.

"Should be tortured, the lot..."

"Hung up by their toenails..."

They backed into each other as they were cleaning, and they both turned around in surprise.

"Whipped in the dungeons?" Filch suggested, eyes narrowed in consideration.

"Until they're screaming for mercy." Irma added seriously, regarding Filch with the same intense look.

They shared a sudden, malicious smile, and walked off arm in arm, to go have a cup of tea and discuss the best torture methods for the unruly trouble-makers who had destroyed their precious school.