yarrr, ye scurvy boy-king, halt ye whinin'

The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane. For a second they stood quite still, wands directed at each other's chests; then, recognising each other, they stowed their wands beneath their cloaks and started walking briskly in the same direction.

"News?" asked the taller of the two.

"The best," replied Severus Snape.

from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling