Her husband was clearly horrified, and Zelda felt some resonance in it, because she was horrified, too. She thought she was horrified. Under the layer of ice that had descended over her mind in the past few hours, it would make sense if she was horrified. She swallowed, wishing she had taken another sip of tea, but she felt too — watched, right now. "The Wizengamot wants to be sure," she said, voice quiet.