"I'm aware," and with the reminder, Amycus swept his gaze over the crowd, trying to find the subject of their discussion in vain. There were too many people, too many tables, to actually see any one particular person. Oh well. He hadn't noticed the fear but he wasn't really paying attention to any of that as he didn't care and it didn't matter.
"What are you interested in?" Amycus knew all too well of the Black failures that stuck out like sore thumbs. Bellatrix, and everyone else, had much higher hopes for this one. So far, Amycus didn't see a damn thing to hope in besides his loyalty - though for some, that was apparently enough.
And that's why Amycus was there. To weed out those who didn't belong, to toughen up the ones that should belong. He didn't really want the duty of molding kids like putty, but he was doing what he was told and his low tolerance of shit was on his side. The back talk would soon be getting kids in heaps of trouble they would never want to return to.