"Where do you think the Muggle's got the idea from?" Prometheus joked, as he stepped through the door into the collosal-ceilinged room that was the Courtroom.

"I haven't been in here for months," he muttered pensively, as he through how the Italian courts he had been working in were so much more welcoming than the one he stood in now. Setting his quill off again, Prometheus watched as the room was copied inch for inch, onto the parchment. It was a perfect record, the drawn distance was the exact scale of the real distance from the bench to the accused chair. Even the chains of the chair were recorded.


Waving his wand, Prometheus declared, "Homenum Revelio," before flicking his wand and adding "SpeRevelio."