Nott, I
Paul Singh was sitting with the rest of the media. All of them had dictaquills, some were armed with cameras, as he was, and they all had the same glittering expression in their eyes: aside from an actual arrest, this was the biggest story they had to pounce on in years. Careers could be built on this event.
The truth could wait.
Theodore Nott wasn't much to look at, although Paul obediently raised his camera as Nott slunk into the courtroom. Oh, that was a great shot -- Nott's face half-turned away, sinister in shadow, while the Aurors who flanked him loomed impressively overhead. He continued to click away, leaning over the railing. Honestly. The boy wasn't being very cooperative, not camera-ready at all. Well, that was what touch-up charms were for after the photos were developed.