Earl Grey or Peppermint? In a paper cup, no less. Gah. Now Gonoph knew he was in jail. Heathens.

He glanced at the cup and the first thing that ran through his head was one word:Veritaerum. He pushed the cup away. "No, thank you. I'll wait until I leave this place. Which should be soon, I daresay. I'm personal friends with the minister of magic, having helped him with a balding spot some years ago. He'll be quite distressed to hear of your treatment of me, I assure you." A small lie in a good cause... He'd met the minister once, at a fundraiser, but their conversation consisted of a shaking of hands, nothing more. But perhaps that would make them a little easier on him, or let him go earlier. It was worth a try...