Nott, I
Why had they taken her fruit? She so desperately wanted to throw fruit at such an event. Or bats. But they would just fly away. Bats had a mind of their own.
Violet Smythe sat three rows back, murmuring to herself when Theodore Nott was brought out. "Guilty, guilty, guilty." She did not know the wizard personally but anyone that would be connected with Azkaban was a dirty, thieving Death Eater. They deserved the Kiss. With her chanting growing louder, her voice finally rose enough to be heard, and then it echoed in the chamber. "HE'S GUILTY!"