"My lord," Severus replied, and bowed. He flicked a glance towards Amycus Carrow, who was deep in conversation with Yaxley. Bellatrix lounged next to the Dark Lord, draped at his feet with a look of sheer adoration on her face. Thicknesse, the acting Minister of Magic, was slumped in a corner with an untucked shirt and a glass of firewhiskey in his hand. 