Because she had been involved in the manhunt, Izabella Black delivered a statement as well. Draco couldn’t find a trace of the lunatic from the island and the holding cells in the woman before them. The way she described, in a strained voice, the traumatic effects of discovering the mangled body of the Chosen One, a single tear falling down her cheek. The way her silky voice broke at exactly the right moments when she went on and on about how the Wizarding World had lost the two brightest stars in its sky. The way she moved around the floor, with calculated elegance, and pierced each and every member in Court with her gaze in turn... yes, it was the greatest fucking show in the world and they ate it up. 