Nott, I
"Stop that! At! Once! Hitwizard Florkin! You! You, girl! I am holding you in contempt! Escort her out! Out! I will not have this trial be made into a mockery!" Spluttering and shaking so hard that her monocle fell from her eye, the head of the Wizengamot gesticulated, pointed, and stomped her foot until a rather burly young man was taking hold of Millicent's arm. "And if she says another word, silencio her!"