"I understand," Ron assured him. His mother had slipped him a potent calming draught that morning. She promised him justice would prevail. He just needed to trust her. The bailiff escorted them to the defense table. He knew the potion had worked when the sight of Luna, Hermione, and Harry sitting together failed to cause a reaction in him. He smiled when he caught sight of Lavender. She gave him a bright smile and blew him a kiss. At least someone still loved him. The moment he sat another enchantment took hold of him, he was unable to move without considerable effort. Another of his mother's precautions.