The men’s jaws dropped open as they took one good look around the cell (“Black magic!” they screamed, pointing to the door that had once been window), Bowman and Malfoy seemed to come an instinctive agreement to rush outside (“The door!”), one of the men grabbed at the back of Malfoy’s robes (thoughts along the lines of “Oooh, shiny cloth,” perhaps?), Malfoy was sent, hurling backwards, and crashed into a wall (His already broken fist suffered further, very painful damage), Bowman turned around with some difficulty, (“Ooof, I really need to lose some weight!”), one of the men stuck a burning stick into his face (there was an excruciating yell), and then there was silence.