Ignoring his brother's snarl like a patient father, Rodolphus simply smiled vaguely and a few *pops* later they were standing outside of Rabastan's matching house.
Pushing his hood down as they walked inside, Rodolphus' eye fell on the explosives, sprawled on the floor of the atrium. His thick brows fell furthur down his face, "They don't look like much." He remarked somewhat coldly, though really the comment was toward muggle technology and not his brother's abilities.