As you walk through the cold, black doors, you shiver a bit. The congregation of witches and wizards startle you. The stone floor clicks under your heels as you make your way to the wooden chair that awaits in the center of the room. A wizened witch wearing her red robes, and a green brooch stares at you, a sneer curling at her lips, while a short, plump wizard smiles and winks as you take your place. You sit, staring up at the wizard who sits before you, waiting for the trial to begin.