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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2017 0:30:47 GMT
| Dolores sniffled a bit, as she had started to develop a nasty cold. Not something too uncommon due to the weather changing in September. It was a routine event for Dolores to get a cold. The tip of her nose had slightly reddened, but everything else looked just as evil. As she settled into her seat as Mistress of Magic, the court room was beginning to fill. Taking a glance around, she knew momentarily a cage would be brought in with a filthy mudblood whom was caught dueling with a previous death eater.
Things began, and Dolores sat with her beady eyes peering at the grotesque person inside of the cage as it entered. The person was shaking, and muttering for mercy. Which only had Dolores cackling like the evil witch she was. "Honestly, dear, do you believe that begging for mercy of any sort will make you any less guilty?" She had that sweet, and dark smile on her lips as she stared at the woman in the cage. The woman was clearly frightened to her core. The jury began, and those speaking on her behalf. While Umbridge listened, and scoffed when she found it necessary.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2017 21:31:38 GMT
Isobel took her seat exactly on time, striving to remain as far as possible from her immediate superior- not because of anything that she had against the woman, but because she was well aware that the Ministress had a cold, and she was anxious to avoid contracting the illness herself. She could not afford to catch a cold so early in the year; there was much of the autumn and the winter still ahead, and the Scottish witch knew from experience that once she had caught one, she would have one after another, often well into the spring. She was getting on in years now, and her immune system was not what it had once been.
She greeted the Ministress with a small smile and a nod before turning her attention to the courtroom before her, watching somewhat dispassionately as some unfortunate soul was dragged into the courtroom. As a halfblood herself, Isobel was not really in any position to make judgements on the matter of blood purity, and so she generally refrained from making any comment. To her, the case for the defence seemed somewhat weak- but then again, one could argue that the entire pretext for conviction was rather shaky.
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