Zabini IV Suspicious file, she grumbled to herself. This did not bode well. Her eyes narrowed on the solicitor, daring the questioning look the young witch was giving her. There was scandal afoot here and the Wizengamot would not be made a mockery of.
"Witches and wizards do not have two files," she hissed to her colleagues once they were without audience of the defendant's solicitor. It did not take long to call the Unspeakable and have the file validated, but both documents in question were quickly whisked away for further investigation and out of the hands of anyone but the Ministry.
"Very well," she called out when the Wizengamot returned to session. "If you have nothing further to add, Ms Bobbin, on behalf of your client." The members of the Wizengamot now sat a little less straight. Looked a little less smug. Reporters were still furiously jotting notes and every few moments a flash bulb exploded with a bright light and smoke from the flash powder. The room waited breathlessly with excited tension.