Though he knew what the evening would entail, their sudden placement down amidst the Muggle population left Theodore largely unsettled, until Alecto placed her hand upon his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that while these creatures were as foul and disgusting as vermin, they could also make fascinating toys. Stepping aside as one nearly ran into him, he tensed, eager now to prove his superiority.
"The blonde," he nodded toward Alecto. He had recently developed a thing for blondes, mostly that he wanted them to die. He largely attributed that to the Lavender Browns and Hannah Abbotts of the world. Feeling not unlike the kitten he'd watched with both disdain and amusement, he began following her, knowing Alecto would join him on the hunt. The crowds did little to thin, but then he saw her pause at the crosswalk, and a smirk crossed his lips. He halted, watched the traffic - those beastly excuses for transport Muggles used in place of magic - and then as the timing was right, cast two spells in rapid succession.
"Imperio!" The curse was aimed precisely, and for reasons she never could have explained, provided she had the opportunity - and she would never have the opportunity, she stepped into the street, not waiting for the signal.
"Avada Kedavra!"
He watched as she began to fall, already dead before the red car slammed into her. It didn't matter to him that only he and Alecto would know her actual cause of death. Instead he smiled as the man driving the car jumped out, guilt and fear inscribed upon his face. He would live with a burden of guilt for an act that was no fault of his own. It was almost as big of a rush as uttering the killing curse had been.