Zabini III
"Mr Zabini," third chair of the Wizengamot called out, raising his voice to be heard above the twittering crowd. He cleared his throat and waited until he had the room's attention. "Tell us the nature of your business now. How do you gain your income?" The Wizengamot knew this, of course, from his file.
His questions came rapid fire after that. "Yet, from an entry of your journal dated 16 July, you state in your journal Muggles are fascinating. They will spend their last coin on alcohol and then beg their friends for more. They operate in two modes. Get drunk and fight or get drunk and shag. I have learned more than I want to know about their nightlife since opening this club." A smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth.
"As a Death Eater, a member of a group so loathing of muggles and muggle borns, I have to ask the nature of why you'd opt for such a livelihood. Is it not a diversionary tactic to appear as if your true beliefs are repentant?"