A certain individual with greasy hair and a hooked nose instantly came to mind as Rodolphus finished his statement, which Rabastan quickly pushed aside. He did not have enough evidence to launch accusations at Snape (although he had his suspicions), and he did not see the necessity to worry his older brother over something so theoretical. Rabastan never really trusted Snape, but it was not his place to say such things and point petty fingers. It was his job to do what Rodolphus told him to do, whether it be picking up extra ingredients to make lasagna or to behead a rat, and Rabastan (with his brother complex) would gladly comply.
Rolling his eyes, Rabastan could not help but give his brother a small smile, "Fine. But you're going to get fat."
Taking another bite of his toast, Rabastan's gaze fell upon the calendar, several dates were circle in red. Although one particular date was deliberately ignored. While he chewed, thoughts were already forming inside his head, and although he thought the answer was going to negative, Rabastan decided to venture it anyway, "Uh. By the way, you think I can go out sometime today?" It was a hassle to go anywhere when you have a bounty on your head.