The trial of Fenrir Greyback was the first held by the Wizengamot. He was brought to the court tightly bound in magical restraints. The sight of blood seeping through his prisoner’s uniform had caused a small gasp to leave her lips. She had not realized in the moment of battle but his arm had been torn from its socket by the force of her spell. (She will wonder, on quiet nights, if somehow her own desire to tear him limb from limb had manifested within the magic—she had willed it through her wand, beyond the confines of the simple spell.) 