The time had come for Cissa's trial, and she was ready. She wasn't the first, but she wasn't the last either. Others before her had gotten a mix of sentences, prison, community service, and house arrest among them. A few, very few, were found innocent and sent upon their way, but most were found guilty of something in some way. Though she was a proud woman, Cissa hoped that the court would find some mercy on her, at least allowing her to see her child occasionally during the sentence she was sure to receive.
Somehow she had managed to convince one of the guards to get her permission to be led up to her bedroom to change into a clean dress and bathe for her trial, but as soon as she entered her room she wished she hadn't. Things were thrown everywhere and her bedding was rumpled, obviously slept in. She wasn't pleased, but when she got to her dressing room she nearly broke down into tears at what she saw. Clothes were everywhere. Hers and Lucius' things ripped and tossed all over the room. Many of her dresses were missing, but there was one silver lining. In the back of her closet, her wedding gown still hung, as clean and pristine as it was the day she wore it to walk down the aisle.
Thanking Salazar for that small fact, she quickly bathed and dressed and allowed herself to be shackled and led away. They took the Floo to the Ministry, and Cissa was led down a long hallway, down an elevator, and another, longer hallway, until they came to a large set of doors.
"They're waiting," her guard said.
"I know," she replied, waiting until he opened the doors before she walked in, closely followed be him.
Things hadn't changed much in the courts, they still resembled what they had been before Voldemort had taken power, and Cissa did a small curtsy in front of them before looking up at their faces. "Your Honors," she said, trying to be proud in the face of all that was happening.