Nott, II
Theodore watched him, this old man, for a long second, and then, attention waning, spilled back against his chair. It would probably be frowned on to fall asleep in court. He would have to make sure he didn't do that. Fear made it easier to stay awake, but difficult to think, and he just hoped the questions would soon be over and he wouldn't say anything they could twist to further implicate him. As if it weren't bad enough already.