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Lady Stiles stilinski nails would be tapping against the edge of her box if she allowed herself to be so uncouth. That there was smoke curling in mist like wisps from the edges of her box could not be helped. It was, after all, a warning to all that the stilinski family magic was not happy. Of course, it was something she could control to a degree if she wanted to, but right now she most certainly didn’t.
That an owl had landed on the kitchen table this morning, disturbing her families breakfast, was bad enough. After all, how many people would she like to know that her family actually broke their fast in the kitchen anyway. That would have raised a few eyebrows at the very least.
That this owl had disturbed her daily family time was not something that pleased her in the slightest, and being called to the Wizengamot to sit for a trial was not something anyone wanted to hear. Usually that kind of trial were reserved for crimes against magic.
Though, Dumbledore seemed to believe they should be used to show how well he was doing at any one time. What made him think that the light was winning against the dark was anyone’s guess.
Initially she had thought that this was one of these show trials, but magic herself had deposited the criminals in the box in front of the Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot showing that Lady magic had called this trial. If it wasn’t so serious, the expression on Dumbledore’s face might have been amusing.
The Wizengamot it’s self giving voice to the crimes had the hairs on the back of her neck rising, that voice had not been heard in the last hundred years. That the defendants were people that she’d been at Hogwarts with just made her feel sick. Not that she’d had much to do with them, of course, the Weasleys were blood traitors for a reason, but seeing Ron and Ginevra there together with Molly Weasley and others that she didn’t recognise was unpleasant.
The charges lain by Lady Magic were the continued use of potions that suppressed magic and potions that corrupted at person’s chance of finding their life partner. Such potions were a crime against Magic herself for a reason. That there had been enough continued use to attract Lady Magic’s attention was disgusting, as the number of pale faces around her proved.
That Dumbledore didn’t seem to be as disgusted as he should be wasn't really surprising. The Chief Warlock was supposed to be one of the most righteous of them, not just the gavel waving idiot that Dumbledore was. The well hidden brief look of fury that she, and it appeared that several others had caught, certainly seemed to point to the fact of Dumbledore being involved as well.
The feel of pure magic moving around her was as wondrous as it was worrying. Hermione appeared beside her and obviously sorely used was more than alarming.
“They told me they’d kill you and your family if I didn’t do what they wanted.”
Her Ageis sister’s sobbed words caused unmitigated rage, the smoke that had been escaping from the bottom of her box was now a roiling in waves of black spiralling around her. A reminder that she was related to the Black family, something that most people tended to forget.
Wrapping her magic around both her and Hermione and using a nudge from her family magic, she breached the wards of a closed Wizengamot session with ease. Apparating straight in to the Lavender sitting room next to her Lord Husband’s office, calling for the family healers as she landed.
“Stiles….?” Her Lord Husband’s tightly controlled fury joined her rage as she gently laid Hermione on her afternoon bed.
“Dumbledore it seems, Ron, Ginevra, and Molly Weasley among others, certainly.” Her Lord Husband's growl was not unexpected.
“Lady Magic herself hauled them before the Wizengamot, if they survive in any form, I will be highly surprised.”
Satisfaction rolled round the room as the Hale family magic purred. Revenge been had and would be had.