"I didn't-- Why does everybody keep asking me this?!" Melinda, took a deep breath and let out an exasperated sigh. "It's Theodore. He told the Wizengamot he was defending himself. Which, by the way, is legally tying my hands. Even if I did stand up and take his case, he would have dismissed me. Why has no one ever read a law book?"
When it came to telling Blaise Theodore's sentence, she hesitated. "A month. A month in Azkaban, and six here."