Dunstan and Pansy
Bastian sat stoically watching the trials, only grateful that he was not in the center of the room being questioned. This was a farce. Lies. Propeganda and public relations to make the Ministry look better to the masses. He was allowed to attend the Wizengamot proceedings to make sure he was aware of what was next in store for him if he didn't prove to be the Ministry's puppet. That alone made Bas wish he'd taken the mark. He was no more guilty than Nott or Zabini and they were all suffering.
When the verdicts were given and the crowd started to filter out the door, he noticed his guard had stepped away to collect orders about his transport. Bastian might have been left alone but he was securely charmed and chained in place. He'd kept his gaze on the center of the room thus far, not wanting to see the pity or glee on the spectators' faces, but now, his eyes lifted and he gasped at what he saw.
A beacon of hope stood not far from him. His words nearly choked him. "Pansy!" He tried to rise but it was impossible. He begged her with his eyes to come closer. "Please. Tell me Simone is safe."