Argus simply nodded at August’s explanation of what was likely to happen and his fees. They were reasonable; not what he was used to when it came to lawyers but definitely something he could work with. Raising his hands as far as his restraints would go, Argus looked down briefly and placed his hands back on the table.

He nodded once more and opened his mouth with a solemn, almost hopeful tone, “It’s more than agreeable. I hope there is a swift resolution also, Mr. Echelon-Arnost. I’ve no doubts in your ability.”

The future, for now, wasn’t so bleak. Pressing for the Asylum was much better than Azkaban or, merlin-forbid, any other punishment the Wizengamot may have planned. If he could get out of any kind of punishment, that would be the best scenario but Argus was a realist: that just wasn't going to happen.

Argus could almost see the metaphorical light at the end of this tunnel and in the coming months, he was sure it would get closer and the light would arrive.

Before then, however, there was the matter of the trial...