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, recognizing 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. The lane was bordered on the left by
wild, low-growing brambles, on the right by a high, neatly
manicured hedge. The men's long cloaks flapped around their ankles
as they marched. "Thought I might be late," said Yaxley, his blunt
features sliding in and out of sight as the branches of overhanging
trees broke the moonlight. "It was a little trickier than I
expected. But I hope he will be satisfied. You sound confident that
your reception will be good?" Snape nodded, but did not elaborate.
They turned right, into a wide driveway that led off the lane. The
high hedge curved into them, running off into the distance beyond
the pair of imposing wrought-iron gates barring the mens way.
Neither of them broke step: In silence both raised their left arms
in a kind of salute and passed straight through, as though the dark
metal was smoke.
The yew hedges muffled the sound of the mens footsteps. There was
a rustle somewhere to their right: Yaxley drew his wand again
pointing it over his companions head, but the source of the noise
proved to be nothing more than a pure-white peacock, strutting
majestically along the top of the hedge.
This coincides with the picture above =D
