Britney walks into the council office that looks more like a courtroom than just an office. It’s so typical of the council to make a mountain out of a molehill. She especially loves it when they should be telling people how serious things are, but they downplay it!
She is cuffed to make sure she can’t do any magic, and the guard shoves her in the direction of the defendant’s box. It has a wooden bench that is perfectly polished and not meant for comfort, with wood around its sides, and a little door that locks from the outside. It is about hip height, but it is probably guarded by charms, so a prisoner can’t escape from it.
In the front of the room, there is a place where the three councillors will sit that will judge her, and then in the centre of the room, there is a table for the co
