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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on May 21, 2011 16:48:06 GMT
*The courtroom was ready, everyone in place, the numerous members of the Wizengamot seated in a semicircle around the defendants seat in the centre of the room. Rufus himself sat in the box directly in front of the seat. The box held six seats in two rows of three.
Himself in the front and centre. Behind him were the Head of the Law Department - Edgar Ashwood, the Head of the Auror Office - Gawain Robards, and the Head of the Law Patrol - Pius Thicknesse. The Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot - Elphias Doge sat to his left and the Ministers Senior Secretary - Dolores Umbridge on his right.
On the floor at a desk not too far away was the court scribe, in todays case Percy Weasley.*
*Scrimgeour rose to address the court.*
We are here today to carry out a fair trial in the name of justice in order to discover truth.
The accused is here on charges of attempted assassination of the Minister for Magic, at least one unauthorised use of the Unforgivable Imperius Curse, counts of assault and multiple accounts of fraud.
The defendant has asked that Lucius Malfoy speak on his behalf during the trial and we have allowed this according to wizarding law and in the interest of fair practice.
Bring in the accused.
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Post by Arnie Peasegood on May 21, 2011 16:51:24 GMT
*Arnie leads Heap into the room. In full sight of the court he uses a probity probe to double check that Heap is carrying nothing, then leads him to the seat in the centre of the room suggesting that he sit.*
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Post by John Dawlish on May 23, 2011 19:45:13 GMT
::Dawlish was anticipating this particular courtcase. Having discussed the evidence against Heap with other aurors made him giddy. He knew that the Ministry would surely win today. Sitting in as a member of the Wizengamot, Dawlish sat as close as he could to the Minister of Magic. He was his bodyguard afterall.::
::Taking out some parchment and a quill, John followed the defendent, with his eyes, as the man took his seat in the middle of the room.::
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Post by Elric Marwood on May 23, 2011 20:02:18 GMT
*He was seated in his place amongst the Wizengamot, having tried to position himself near to the Ministers box. Just in case there were any promotional photographs or court portraits taken, he needed to be in sight for his own self-promotion. It was unlikely that he would say anything in this case though. He felt it was quite open and shut and he needn't get too involved.*
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Post by Cornelius Fudge on May 23, 2011 20:06:21 GMT
*Fudge was seated in the courtroom, in his full Wizengamot robes, waiting for the trial to begin*
*Casts a quick Cushioning Charm on the horribly uncomfortable courtroom bench, and settles down for a (hopefully) quick trial*
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on May 23, 2011 21:09:17 GMT
*He entered the courtroom shortly after Heap and Peasegood, carrying his notes.*
*He had not been looking forward to today. He hoped that his reputation was not at stake here.*
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Post by Pius Thicknesse on May 23, 2011 22:54:26 GMT
*Pius entered the courtroom in his normal Wizengamot robes. Moving past several officials, Pius gave a nod of greeting before taking his seat, his eyes on von Heap.*
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Post by Elphias Doge on May 25, 2011 7:18:05 GMT
*Takes his seat in the Wizardgamot wearing full court robes*
*Adjusts his notes and awaits the trail to start*
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Post by Percy Weasley on May 25, 2011 7:21:21 GMT
*Takes his seat in the corner for his court scribe position*
*Feeling important he gets out plenty of quills and ink and a long piece of parchment as he believes that this may be a long drawn out trial*
*Starts scribbling down the words spoken by the Minister.
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Post by Griselda Marchbanks on May 25, 2011 11:30:52 GMT
*Griselda quietly enters the courtroom with a truckload of papers under her arm and sits down next to Percy.*
"Don't stress, Mr Weasley!"
*She pats his arm soothingly.*
"An overwiew will do nicely, darling."
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on May 25, 2011 14:56:36 GMT
Heap was limping worse than he ever had done, he was barly able to stand, and the old man's face was covered in swet. His right arm was covered in a bloody bandages, as he had bitten himself to take the focus away from the pain in the leg and the produce adrinalin to ease it all. He managed to get through the room and fell clumsy down in the chair.
"Just..." Heap was finding it hard to even talk. He sounded out of breath, and it was difficult to hear what he said. "Just don't touch me..."
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Post by Arnie Peasegood on May 25, 2011 16:23:09 GMT
*As Heap sat in the chair he activated the arm straps, ensuring that he was tied to the seat and unable to leave.*
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on May 25, 2011 16:23:45 GMT
*He leaned in close to Heap after seeing the state he was in and whispered.*
Good grief man, havn't you been using the salve I sent you?
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on May 25, 2011 16:25:15 GMT
*He rose in his seat and pointed at the mans arm, visibly annoyed.*
Oh for Merlin's sake. Can we get a healer in here to clean him up? Can't have him bleeding all over our chair...
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Post by Pius Thicknesse on May 25, 2011 22:13:07 GMT
*He sighed deeply, waved to short stubby medi-witch that sat at the end of the chamber*
Be quick about it. I think a nice review of procedures in the cells would be in order later.
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