Theodora continued sobbing in the corner, keeping a steady pace, cringing and flinching whenever it seemed most appropriate. Peeking over her shoulder, being sure to maintain an expression of terror. She'd seen them before, you know, so she knew what to do. Wide open eyes; be sure to dilate your pupils and flush your cheeks. Tremble if you can.

Genevieve looked positively combustable! And the guard - there it was, a perfect example of terror! The newly arranged facts were working wonders.

Oh! That was unexpected! Genevieve attacked and the guard, he slammed her against the wall! For a second, Theodora's control faltered and she smiled wild-eyed at Genevieve before quickly re-arranged herself in panic. She calibrated her wailing to a whimper. She was being saved.

      "You! Don't move!" the guard shouted at Kingstreet and swiveled his wand. He should call for backup, but his arse was on the line! He'd allowed this unsanctioned meeting and if anyone found out something had happened...! It'd be his head! He'd lose worse than his job!

He kept his wand trained on Kingstreet as he gingerly approached Genevieve.

      "Oh Merlin, ma'am, are you okay? I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

He did his best to help her up and out of the room.

    "Please, please!" he urged her. All these years of being a stoic, capable Azkaban guard, they were failing him. He'd never hexed a visitor. He'd never done anything like this! He was so screwed! What had he done!

As he spoke to the visitor, the guard's eyes kept darting his eyes back to the prisoner. Theodora was timidly obeying, but slowly putting her feet under her and drying her eyes.

The facts were these, she cataloged them in her head: This had been an unsanctioned meeting. The visitor had attempted to introduce contraband. The visitor had motive to harm her. An attempted assault had occurred. Threats had been made. A guard had assaulted a visitor. So much could happen in a minute.

*THUD*

Her head and shoulder smacked off the wall and Genevieve ended up falling to the floor, dazed and in pain.

"Oh Merlin, ma'am, are you okay? I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The guard had approached and Gen looked up, trying to focus on his face. Oh boy. He’d just hexed her. He’d hexed her. What the hell would she have done? What did he think she’d done in this locked room with no wand and the wicked witch chained up and screeching in the corner?

His hands grabbed her, pulling her to her feet with pleas for her to move. But as she shakily stood, gripping the shoulder that was now aching painfully, she fixed Kingstreet with a scowl. Now, Gen understood why Leo had been so furious, so angry and incensed at his trial. They’d all been lies. Lies and stories cooked up by this crazed lunatic before she was locked up herself. And she’d believed the lies.

“I’m going to get him out of here.” She said as the guard was tugging her towards the door. “And I’m going to make sure that you rot in here crying for someone to come and throw you against the rocks outside.” But she didn’t get a chance to say anymore before the much larger man bodily hauled her from the room and pulled the door shut behind him. She heard the locks click into place.

“I didn’t touch her!” Gen’s hand waved in the direction of the door. She didn’t care for the fact she’d just been hexed. Theodora Kingstreet was the only thing on her mind. “She’s a lying maniac!”

“You didn’t touch her because you weren’t here.” The guard pleaded nervously. “Please, Ma’am. I could lose my job.”

“Your job!?” Astounded, Gen snapped back at him. “I lost my @&%ing husband because of that crazed psychopath!”

She started down the corridor where they’d come from, her head and shoulder both agonising.
The poor guard glanced between the retreating visitor and the door with the locked convict.
He made his third poor choice of the day; he followed Queen G.