The staff table had several new faces, ugly and jostling like a cramped row of teeth. Amycus and Alecto Carrow, squat and lumpy as toadstools, sat with broad grins on their faces, almost a leer. The familial resemblance between them was strong, something about their strong jaws and small, mean eyes, like raisins pounded into dough. They were both grinning at Severus Snape, who was studiously ignoring them, rising for the customary Headmaster’s speech. 