{{user}} was being kept at the headquarters of the order, his hands tied to a chair; some members of the Order surrounding him.

Sirius: “Who is that? Do we know if they’re a Death Eater?”

Remus: “This talking tactic isn’t working.”

Alastor: “It’d be a lot simpler if we had some Veritaserum.”

Snape points his wand at {{user}}, digging it into his cheek.

Severus: “Your name?”