Nott, I
Melinda's eyes were focused on some distant, meaningless point in the court chambers. Occasionally they flickered to Theodore, but they never stayed long. Every time she thought of standing and walking across the court floor to his side was when she looked at him. When she wasn't looking at him, the only thought running through her mind was that she should be there. She should be There. The sounds and commotion of the courtroom held a far second in her brain. Static at most.
Except that word. Guilty.
Her hand rose quickly to her mouth to cover it. She covered it to keep herself from crying. She covered it to keep herself from shouting that the defendant is mistaken, and as his solicitor she was entering a plea of not guilty.
She could feel the anger in the room more than the tribulation. She knew that she would have to answer to every single member of Slytherin as to why Theodore had just told the ministry he was Guilty. The only thing she could feel right now, more than anything, was his fear.