InsaneJournal

Tala had been seeking out potential subjects of amusement for the better part of the day.  There had been little activity in the last few weeks, and she was growing tired of being good.  Of course, in her view, she was doing things for the good of humanity, showing those lower than herself their right place, but today there was no real purpose.  She'd been desperate to hear the familiar screams of someone enduring the Cruciatus curse, for it had been much too long since the delightful noise had reached her ears.  She was due for a fix, if you will.  It was almost an addiction, one that she simply couldn't ignore.  

Luckily, just as the clock turned to three, she'd spotted her targets.  They were cute, a couple that were quite obviously muggle born simply by the way they were dressed.  She found that the more she observed the woman in the red hat, the more she itched to reach for her wand.  There was a very good feeling that told Tala she would scream, and quite loudly.  Those were always the best, the ones that didn't try to be quiet.  Sure, it was admirable to be brave, but she much preferred them scared.  

As she was scoping out her targets, trying to decide on her technique, she checked her journal to find that Barty Crouch had written her a little note.  It would be even better to have a partner in her endevor, someone to share her spoils with.  Upon invitation and acceptance, she learned he was sitting just there, just away from the targets she'd chosen.  She smiled slightly to herself, standing in the shadows of Knockturn Alley, unnoticed by everyone.  Trying not to be impatient, she watched with hawks eyes, waiting for his move, because she was very eager to make her own.