It had been a long three weeks. With work, piles of paperwork to go through to know the case in and out, up and down, like the back of her hand, and with the other trials going on, Ryan Lockwood was glad the trial for Kearney Stevens was today. But damn her normal punctuality for one day, and by far the hardest case she had to help fight. She sighed, swaying in the Ministry elevator beside her father, who had decided to tag along because he knew what this could do to her. The only trial she was making a physical appearance for, aside from Dolores Umbridge's that would take place in two weeks time. "Are you sure about this?" Her father asked, and Ryan nodded.

Her hair was tamed in a side braid, and she was wearing her normal slacks, blazer, and flats. "They need me their, father. The Wizengamot is going to fight this hard. I barely got the trial set for today." She said, stepping out of the elevator, her briefcase in hand. "I will be fine."

With that she turned and practically ran towards the room... but at the entrance she froze. "Ms. Lockwood?" An inquisitive voice came from the head of the Wizengamot. 

"My apologies for being late." She said, giving a gentle nod towards Oliver and Manpreet. She opened her briefcase and flicked her wand as a small table came out and set itself up and she allowed herself to gather up some files for the court. She could barely look at any of them as the files were levitated about to the head of the court.

He gave her an inquisitive look before he sighed, "And the trial regarding the release of Kearney Stevens release from Azkaban prison is called to order. You may present your case."

Ryan looked to Oliver and Manpreet who both looked worn, and stiff. She knew she could feel the weight of her last visit to this room weighing on her, but she was doing her best to remain composed. 

"I would like to as, why you believe this man deserves release. He was obviously placed in Azkaban for a reason." A member of the court spoke, and Ryan recognized her from her husband's trial. She decided to speak before the others beside her could, because Oliver was not known for his calm temperament when practically attacked as they were.

"Well, there are countless reasons, to be quite frank. First and foremost, Kearney Stevens has never broken any magical law, and if you would look in the files there are many letters of recommendation from his school years, before he went into professional Quidditch for possible employers. I have also provided you with his complete history of educational achievements and honors he earned on behalf of his peers.

She moved a bit and her face remained calm as she continued. "Second, amongst the cases that have been tended to on the charges set forth by the Muggle Born Registration Commission, about 2 percent have actually been sorted through, and those 2 percent were half bloods or those considered to be blood traitors. I understand that yes, there are other pressing matters, but why leave the innocent to rot or worse?" 

"What worse could happen?" The woman snorted, and for a moment Ryan nearly lost it.

"You very well know what I am referring to!" She near shouted before she regained her composure.

"Ms. Lockwood, answer the question." The head of the court spoke, and she sighed.

"Most of the Muggleborns sentenced to Azkaban under he commission were sentenced to Azkaban, but the extremists, the ones who fought they were..." she trailed, her eyes falling where it happened. "A kiss."

A few brows rose, "A kiss? As in a Dementor's Kiss?"

Ryan nodded, her eyes closing as the images replayed in her mind. "How could you possibly know this?" The woman snorted, and Ryan felt the tears come.

"I witnessed it." She spoke, "But that isn't the point in the matter. The point is that an innocent man has been locked up for how long with such creatures around him, and my final point was that, the paperwork from Azkaban from his sentencing is signed by one.Dolores Umbridge who is facing her own trial for war crimes very soon, and known Death Eaters were witnesses."

The court watched as Ryan stepped back, and wiped her eyes, in an attempt to regain her composure. "Alright, Mr. Wood, Mrs. Bellmakonda, please state your pieces."