C and the International Confederation of Wizards had yet to release the International Werewolf Association's jurisdiction and specific regulations to the public. After all, they had only finished discussing everything yesterday.
But every faction in Wizarding Britain had its own sources of intelligence, and even the Confederation was not a monolith. Most of those in the Wizengamot had already heard.
The Confederation's branch representative had spoken for the benefit of the small minority who had not, forestalling plenty of objections.
As the branch representative sat down, Amelia continued chairing the meeting. As fair and meticulous as ever, she followed procedure to the letter, giving everyone a chance to speak.
Vaughn remained seated, looking utterly unruffled. Whatever challenges came his way, he never spoke, leaving the Confederation's branch representative to refute them one by one.
This lent the atmosphere in the Wizengamot a subtle tension. Before the meeting began, many had assumed the Irish had merely come to show the Confederation's support for Vaughn.
Now, however, the Confederation's position appeared far more unequivocal than they had imagined.
Everyone could understand the Confederation's stance. After all, Akinbade and Vaughn had publicly announced their cooperation, and the two sides were still in their honeymoon period.
But many politicians in Wizarding Britain knew that the branch was not simply dependent on the Confederation's headquarters. It was also an independent entity, since most of its members came from Ireland.
Those Irish wizards harbored deep hostility toward England. Why had they suddenly become so supportive of Vaughn?
Had something similar happened in the past, the Irish would undoubtedly have backed the Pure-blood Alliance and the Fudge faction, curbing Vaughn's momentum to bring the opposing sides closer to a balance, then further inflaming their conflict. The more vicious the infighting in Wizarding Britain became, the more the