Zabini, I
Blaise was in a trance of sorts, the whole detention, interrogation, and now trial seemed to be surreal. He had no idea what to expect from one moment to the next. He was asked, threatened, cajoled, and ordered to sign a confession. To admit his guilt about something he knew very little about. Blaise had refused them repeatedly and the horrors of the past few days showed on his dark face. They had called him names and spit horrible accusations at him as they kept pointing to the marks on his left arm.
Blaise had refused to answer them, tried to fight off the suggestions as he retreated further and further inside of himself. He could recall the cold days of Azkaban, all 366 of them. One year and one day he had lived inside of his own head and now being faced with the possibility of returning there left him feeling cold and blank. At the beginning of the week he had focused on Ae-cha, his sister, Tracey and his new child but over the hours he had pushed them out of his head to avoid having them ripped from him by the brutal questioning.
Entering the courtroom, his solicitor at his side, Blaise refused to look in either direction. He stood tall, his back stiff and he looked straight ahead as he was led to the center of the room after his name was called. He blocked out the others, his only concern was making it out of the whole debacle with his sanity intact.