Laurence Laurenstine and Antonin Dolohov
Antonin was on the wrong floor. He knew that, but it wasn't particularly disconcerting. Karkaroff and the woman tasked with them could hold their own and if not.. then they were of no use to any cause either way and would be of more use death. Antonin himself was a man with a goal tonight, and his mission was one of pure selfishness. What did he care if the Ministry collapsed or fought back tonight? His only purpose was to find the man who dared hit a woman. He had a vague understanding of what the man looked like after time spent with Philomena, and it was with her in mind and the memories of her tear stained face that Antonin stalked quietly through the hallway.
He kept his wand in hand and paused at the sound of footsteps ahead. Leaning against the wall, he removed his mask, tossed it aside and stepped into sight. Wand in hand, Antonin stared at the approaching man, the inner fury and madness burning in his eyes.
Any man who dared stop Antonin from his task tonight was going to die. Unfortunately for Mr. Laurenstine he happened to be the first across Antonin's path.