Gellert looked at the three of them. One spoke, two silent. Two calm for a lack of better word, one shocked. He could feel all three of their eyes on them, boring into him. He was used to the feel of the eyes, the shock at his precence, forced calmness, and something that was missing here was forced smiles. They knew they were in trouble. They knew they were guilty. Everyone knew that they were guilty, but they were guilty as they looked at him. The last time he'd looked through bars at prison it was on different circumstances. Thinking of those circumstances would only distract him from what was going on now.
"I do hope you like the accommodations here," he said, "Mr. Macnair, I have spoken to your father, who is a trust-worthy department head, the dragon was found behind your property, and removed when the Aurors took you into custody. Mr. Smith and Miss Brocklehurst, your names were signed that said you 'saw' the dragon we collected from Mr. Macnair's property dead. The dragon is alive as you all know."