So, Freedom? [closed]

[ccecilia]

It had been approximately forty-five days, six hours and twelve minutes since Cecilia had been taken into custody. Not that she was counting. No. It felt like a lifetime even when she knew that it was nothing compared to those who had been in here since the last War, or hell, even the first one. She couldn't help but think about Gabriel and the

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[lavender_x]

When Lavender had found out about the trail for Cecilia she had cleared her schedule immediately, knowing that she had to be there for her. Over the last few months the former classmate had been such a strong force in her life, completely supportive through her own rough times, and she hoped she'd be able to return that gesture for her new found friend

[whythespiders]

Ron was entirely unamused by this entire scene. From the moment he'd heard Cecilia had been arrested - not long after the order had been given - he'd been ranting. He'd been told to shove it more than once and hadn't been able to expedite anything, but now he had a platform.

No one should ever give an annoyed Ronald Weasley a platform. Especially when he'd watched his brother be miserable for over a month over something that stemmed from the word of a Malfoy.

"If you want to know what I really think," he started.

"That is why you're here, Mr. Weasley."

His lips quirked a little, knowing perfectly well how to be annoying while also making a point. It was practically his entire personality in one gesture.

"Auror Weasley, if you please."

"Auror Weasley, of course."

"I brought you Lucius Malfoy giftwrapped," Ron paused, essentially for dramatic effect. When the Council started to look shifty with him, he cleared his throat, expression never slipping. "And you're letting him manipulate you. Good job there. You all must have aced

[daphne_x]

As Daphne Greengrass approached the stand the entire room went silent, nothing more than the echo of her trade mark sound - the tapping of four inch heels against the cold hardwood floor. Though, she was sure the intense pounding of her heart inside of her rib cage was painfully obvious to the crowd, no matter how straight and stoic her expression remained

[mclaggenator]

The wait was tenuous. It had been nearly three hours since Daphne had taken the stand, nearly four since all the witnesses has finished. Cormac stuffed his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he paced in the hallway. They were due to give their verdict any minute. Any minute, at least, was what the guard kept saying beside him as he pestered him. But that has been twenty minutes ago, at least.

He was evading Daphne for the moment.

He'd heard so much about her past when they were in hiding. He'd learned so much about her. But even still, there were secrets he didn't know. Now, as her testimony betrayed her hidden past, he was a bit shell-shocked, a bit shaken by all that Daphne (and Cecilia) had been through in their lives.

But when he caught that look in her eye, the impossible to ignore wreck of nerves she was trying so hard to hide, he couldn't help but sink down on the bench beside her, arm curving around her shoulders.

"You did good-" he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Really good, Daph-"

[daphne_x]

It had taken a lot out of Daphne to get up on the stand and make that confession, to bare so much of her soul and the secrets she had kept hidden away for all of her life.

She felt physically exhausted now and the wait was just wearing her down. She leaned against Cormac, used him as a literal support. Though, she was endlessly grateful he was there for support in every sense of the word.

"Do you think it was enough?" she asked, her voice dry and raspy as she looked up at him.

[mclaggenator]

"I think so-"

It didn't matter if it was or it wasn't. As of this precise moment, Cormac was more concerned with how this was going to make Daphne feel, how this was going to affect her. It was just such a huge step-

"I think they'd be fools to keep her locked up after everything-" he told her, though he kept his voice soft.

Though, he was having a hard time not thinking they were foolish period. It never surprised him to see how much the government could fail them all time and time again.

[george_goesboom]

One by one, George watched as the witnesses who had voluntarily lined the seats of the Wizengamot's imposing courtroom stepped to the stand and said their peace - Lavender, of course, and Daphne, of course, his own lineup of a family, vague acquaintances he had both not seen in years and personally gone to to drag a good word out of, old classmates and St-Mungo's staff members.

One by one, they stepped up and spoke on Cecilia's behalf, and he watched the impassive faces of the robed wizards and witches lining the elevated seats of the Wizengamot, that knot that had become a permanent fixture in his throat in the past weeks tightening and loosening along with each slight infliction in tone and every eyebrow raise and every scribble of a quill.

So intently had he been focusing on the sight of Cecilia, there, right there, so close yet so fucking fair away as she had so unfairly been for weeks, that it took Fred actually shaking him as he made his way back from the stand ("This is completely stupid and everyone knows it, and you're