Kapoor was still there. The chaos and snafu of it all escalated and dipped off-ways through the castle. He had been a bit buried. Not just by the rubble of those blasting charms, but also a layer of bright yellow from what had apparently been a flower charm. He sat there slumped, almost lying down, and looking more asleep than anything covered in white, grey and yellow and looking rather like a bit of modern art too anti-bourgeois to be understood.