Nott, I
Tracey waited with baited breath for Theodore to answer the Head of the Wizengamot. She knew that Melinda was on his case and Melinda was too good to let this end in the farce that it had started as.
She leaned closer to the edge of her seat, trying to encourage Theo with her eye contact and stoic expression but they way he held himself up made her want to scream at them all. Luckily Millicent was doing that enough for both of them.
When Theo spoke, she was sure she'd heard him incorrectly. Guilty? Theodore Nott was not guilty. Of anything. And then it hit her. Slowly. Painfully. He was lying. And the realisation of that nearly killed her. "Theo! No!" It was unlikely that he heard her but she'd stood, if only briefly and covered her hand across her stomach before a stern look from several of the Wizengamot made her retake her seat.