While the lights were still out, a muffled thud and the clang of metal hitting metal could be heard from the stage. Then Dean Thomas' voice shouted,
"Bring out your dead!"
The lights came back on, and the scene had changed to a small village, complete with various seventh year extras acting like plague victims. Dean came into view walking beside a cart pushed by a third year. He repeated his cry of 'bring out your dead' several times, each time followed by a clang on his triangle. Random coughs and other sounds were heard in the background. Seamus came out of a hut, carrying Neville over his shoulder.
"Here's one." Seamus said.
"Ninepence." Dean replied.
"I'm not dead!" Neville cried.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Nothing, here's your ninepence."
"I'm not dead!" Neville repeated himself.
Dean looked at Neville. "'Ere. he says he's not dead!"
Seamus said. "Yes he is."
"I'm not!" Neville shouted.
"He isn't?"
"Well, he will be soon. He's very ill."
"I'm getting better!" Neville argued.
"No you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment."
"I can't take him like that. It's against regulations." Dean pointed to Neville.
"I don't want to go on the cart!" Neville cried.
"Oh, don't be such a baby!" Seamus said patronizingly.
"I can't take him."
"I feel fine!"
"Well, do us a favor." Seamus pleaded.
"I can't."
"Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long."
"No, I've got to go to the Weasley's. They've lost nine today." In the audience, 'someone', namely Molly Weasley, could be heard shouting,
"Hey!".
"Well, when's your next round?" Seamus inquired.
"Thursday." Dean answered.
Neville could be heard shouting, "I think I'll go for a walk!"
Seamus said to Neville, "You're not foolin' anyone, you know." Then to Dean he asked, "Look, isn't there something you can do?"
Neville was singing, "I feel happy! I feel happy!"
Dean looked around as if to see if anyone was looking, then brought his mallet down on the back of Neville's head. Neville slumped as if dead, and Seamus dumped him on the cart, saying,
"Ah, thanks very much."
"Not at all. See you on Thursday."
"Right." Seamus watched as King Harry and Draco 'rode' by. "Who's that then?"
"I dunno." Dean said. "Must be a King."
"Why?"
"He hasn't got crap all over him."
The lights went out. As the set was changed, Neville's voice could be heard complaining.
"You didn't have to hit me that hard, Dean. That really hurt!"
The audience cracked up again.