'news? asked the taller of the two.
'the best' replied Snape.
The taller man looked expectantly at Snape. Years in Azkabhan had taken their toll on his aqualine features. A good shave had softened his face, as had one too many good dinners since his escape.
'what news?'
'i rather think the dark lord would prefer to hear it from me, Rodolphus' sneered Snape. 'Although I'm sure you must be keen to reintegrate yourself after your disastrous capture...'
'and equally magnificent escape' finished Rodulphus.
'Really, if one is so....ill mannered to allow capture in the first place, one can hardly expect to be congratulated on having one's wife secure one's escape'. Snape hurried through the puddles towards a small non descript door in the wall, ignoring Rodolphus' protests, he withdrew his wand and knocked sharply on the door.
There was no response. Snape lost control of his temper,
'Merlins beard, Draco, open the door'...
(someone take over for me - and I'm not sure if Rodolpus is actually still alive... ;) )