Beside Owen, Stephanos Miltzakakis, the former Greek Minister who had survived the disaster, could no longer spare a thought for what impact this attack, the flames, and the explosions would have on the nation, nor for the Floating City, not even for cleaning his soaked trousers. He sat slumped on the ground, feeling only grateful that his luck had been good—that he had been close enough to Harris to escape death.
Madame Maxime took off the long gloves on her hands, ignoring the cold sweat slicking her body and the discomfort all over her. Her grief-stricken gaze turned toward where the Beauxbatons students' box had been. It was heartbreaking enough that those young, beautiful lives, like flowers, had withered just like that, but what pained her even more was that these students had all been outstanding witches she had carefully selected from Beauxbatons—not a single wizard among them. Each one had carried her hopes; she had brought them out specially to broaden their horizons, never imagining they would lose their lives because of it...
Karkaroff, who had come over intending to flatter Harris, had a sallow face, but in his heart he once again made up his mind that he had to follow the powerful Harris wholeheartedly. If not for his wise decision earlier to come and strengthen his close relationship with Harris, he would not be safe and sound now—and he also had something of a headache. Judging by where the students he had brought with him had been seated, they had probably already been burned to ashes by the fierce flames. Although it had been caused by an accidental, irresistible force, those grieving parents certainly would not be easily placated...
Unlike the headmasters, the other ministers fortunate enough to have come close were more sensitively focused on Luna.