Zabini, I
For more than a brief moment, while she put her monocle back in place, the Head of the Wizengamot squinted until she found the source of the outburst. Taking the time to clear her throat, she allowed the chants to fill the room, making sure the reporters all had a chance to document and take photographs.
"ORDER!" Tapping her wand on the podium and then at her neck, she used a sonorus charm to be heard above the crowd. "I will have quiet in this room! I have no qualms about emptying all of you to read about this in the Prophet tomorrow!" Pointing her wand at the pregnant witch, she flicked her wrist, suggesting the distraught woman take her seat. "This one is not on trial for murder. You are free to speak with an auror if you feel your husband's case is missing facts."
Nodding to the inquisitors next to her, she raised her brow in interest. "We shall proceed!"