Amelia took a sedate sip of her drink as Fabian muttered to her, ignoring the vulgarities spewing from the Carrows. Pursing her lips, she didn't glance up at Alecto, preferring to keep up whatever illusion the other woman had of her being as meek and timid as a kitten. Quirking her mouth upwards, she glanced up at Fabian briefly. "I don't know how it could, honestly. Did you see her dress?"
She shoved the remainder of her drink back towards Tom. "I'm not leaving you here alone with those two."