Post by caldwell on Jan 15, 2009 5:34:19 GMT -8
How do you plead? Vincent asked as he looked down at the young man that was on trial for treason from his high podium like seat as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. This was the third trial he had today concerning this. A small cell of people were captured and placed under arrest when they were seen protesting in front of the Ministry. Vincent already knew what the verdict was going to have to be. People like them couldn’t be allowed to go free, not in Trevor Williams world. No, they would be locked up in Azkaban and forgotten about till they withered away or received the Dementors kiss or re-educated and sent back out.
Not guilty… The man said. He was young, probably no more than seventeen or eighteen and he was shaking. It was a very intimidating thing being in front of the Wizarding court and even more terrifying when dementors were flying around above when one wasn’t granted to have his patronous out like the rest of the court.
Not guilty? Vincent asked almost amused. Were you not caught outside the Ministry?
Yes..but The young man tried to protest.
And were you not caught attempting to deface the name of our leader?
Yes, bu-
And were you not attempting to get others to turn against Lord Williams and cause a uprising?
By now, the young man was annoyed. So this was how the law system worked now? You were not given a voice you were just thrown in prison for protesting. Well, fine, then he was going to go to prison but he was going to go knowing that he didn’t give up on what he believed in.
Yes, that’s exactly what I was trying to do. The teen said defiantly And I won’t be the last! Things will change, there are more of us out there!
And I’m sure you’ll see them all soon. Vincent said as he picked up his gavel so he could pass sentence
Anthony Miller, on the account of public disturbance and treason against our government and its leader, I hereby sentence you to no less than 6 months in Azkaban where you will undergo evaluation at that time and your future will be decided. He hit the wooden hammer against the small platform and waited for the Imperium guards to cart the teen off before he himself rose, having to pick up the long black robes a little so he wouldn’t trip as he did so.
Just the sentence we wanted. One of the court members said as Vincent tried to pass by him. But, don’t you think he got off rather light?
Vincent looked at the man and shook his head. Of course they would think he got off easy, death was the expected sentence for treason but Vincent was trying to do what he could to keep people trying to overthrow the government alive, they would need all the help they could get if something finally happened that got rid of this current order.
No, I don’t think so. Vincent said. He will go to prison and go through evulation and be released and once he’s out he will lead us right to the rest of his friends.
The man laughed a little I see, never settle for just one when you can have the whole thing right?
Of course. But, excuse me Vincent pushed his way past the man and through a small group of clerks that had gathered to talk in the outside hall. He walked down the glassy corridor of the Department of Mysteries and made a left into one of the side hallways where the offices were and headed straight for his.
He looked for his secretary to tell her that he wanted not to be bothered but she wasn’t at her desk and Vincent sighed and shook his head as he opened his door and closed it behind him once he was inside. He removed his Judge robes and hung them on the coat rack near his door nothing bothering to put on his other Wizarding robes at the moment, they were heavy and he rather preferred the dress shirt and vest he had on underneath.
Grabbing the string of the shade on his office door window he pulled it down for some privacy and walked to his desk and sat down, leaning over and opening the bottom drawer where he kept his bottle of scotch and glass hidden from the rest of the office. Vincent poured himself a little of the liquor and sat back, resting the back of his head against the back of the chair and looked up at the ceiling. He didn’t know how much more he could take of this, watching people that were guilty but guilty of only wanting their freedom back go to Azkaban and never return. In reality he himself was no different than those he severed. He was supposed to be helping the people he put away but for years he sat in his comfy chair and enjoyed his fine wine and expensive food and everything good life had to offer while others suffered because of him. He really felt like he was losing himself, he needed something to do, it was killing him working in favor of Trevor but right now there was no choice, there was no word of anyone trying to fight him yet and until then he was stuck here in this rut.
With a large sigh he brought the rim of the glass to his lips and took a small drink of the liquor before bringing his hand down and resting the glass on his knee and holding it in place. But, of course like every time you wanted to be alone and ignore the life you lived someone always interrupted and Vincent lifted his head from the chair and looked at the door and at the shadow of the person standing behind it. Couldn’t they take a hint, that the closed shade meant ‘do not disturb?' Maybe if he ignored them they would go away, if it was something important they would persist. But, right now, he was just going to sit here and enjoy his beverage until further notice.
Not guilty… The man said. He was young, probably no more than seventeen or eighteen and he was shaking. It was a very intimidating thing being in front of the Wizarding court and even more terrifying when dementors were flying around above when one wasn’t granted to have his patronous out like the rest of the court.
Not guilty? Vincent asked almost amused. Were you not caught outside the Ministry?
Yes..but The young man tried to protest.
And were you not caught attempting to deface the name of our leader?
Yes, bu-
And were you not attempting to get others to turn against Lord Williams and cause a uprising?
By now, the young man was annoyed. So this was how the law system worked now? You were not given a voice you were just thrown in prison for protesting. Well, fine, then he was going to go to prison but he was going to go knowing that he didn’t give up on what he believed in.
Yes, that’s exactly what I was trying to do. The teen said defiantly And I won’t be the last! Things will change, there are more of us out there!
And I’m sure you’ll see them all soon. Vincent said as he picked up his gavel so he could pass sentence
Anthony Miller, on the account of public disturbance and treason against our government and its leader, I hereby sentence you to no less than 6 months in Azkaban where you will undergo evaluation at that time and your future will be decided. He hit the wooden hammer against the small platform and waited for the Imperium guards to cart the teen off before he himself rose, having to pick up the long black robes a little so he wouldn’t trip as he did so.
Just the sentence we wanted. One of the court members said as Vincent tried to pass by him. But, don’t you think he got off rather light?
Vincent looked at the man and shook his head. Of course they would think he got off easy, death was the expected sentence for treason but Vincent was trying to do what he could to keep people trying to overthrow the government alive, they would need all the help they could get if something finally happened that got rid of this current order.
No, I don’t think so. Vincent said. He will go to prison and go through evulation and be released and once he’s out he will lead us right to the rest of his friends.
The man laughed a little I see, never settle for just one when you can have the whole thing right?
Of course. But, excuse me Vincent pushed his way past the man and through a small group of clerks that had gathered to talk in the outside hall. He walked down the glassy corridor of the Department of Mysteries and made a left into one of the side hallways where the offices were and headed straight for his.
He looked for his secretary to tell her that he wanted not to be bothered but she wasn’t at her desk and Vincent sighed and shook his head as he opened his door and closed it behind him once he was inside. He removed his Judge robes and hung them on the coat rack near his door nothing bothering to put on his other Wizarding robes at the moment, they were heavy and he rather preferred the dress shirt and vest he had on underneath.
Grabbing the string of the shade on his office door window he pulled it down for some privacy and walked to his desk and sat down, leaning over and opening the bottom drawer where he kept his bottle of scotch and glass hidden from the rest of the office. Vincent poured himself a little of the liquor and sat back, resting the back of his head against the back of the chair and looked up at the ceiling. He didn’t know how much more he could take of this, watching people that were guilty but guilty of only wanting their freedom back go to Azkaban and never return. In reality he himself was no different than those he severed. He was supposed to be helping the people he put away but for years he sat in his comfy chair and enjoyed his fine wine and expensive food and everything good life had to offer while others suffered because of him. He really felt like he was losing himself, he needed something to do, it was killing him working in favor of Trevor but right now there was no choice, there was no word of anyone trying to fight him yet and until then he was stuck here in this rut.
With a large sigh he brought the rim of the glass to his lips and took a small drink of the liquor before bringing his hand down and resting the glass on his knee and holding it in place. But, of course like every time you wanted to be alone and ignore the life you lived someone always interrupted and Vincent lifted his head from the chair and looked at the door and at the shadow of the person standing behind it. Couldn’t they take a hint, that the closed shade meant ‘do not disturb?' Maybe if he ignored them they would go away, if it was something important they would persist. But, right now, he was just going to sit here and enjoy his beverage until further notice.