It was late, but Moody was feeling restless. The news that Rosier was on the loose haunted his thoughts and kept him from falling asleep, even in the security of his highly warded house. Restlessly he rose from bed, got dressed and went out for a walk. If he was lucky, he would bump into Rosier before Rosier even saw him. Frankly, Moody wouldn't mind killing the bastard a second time. Maybe the entire village had gone soft on the status of Death Eaters, but not Auror Alastor Moody. He would never forget what those mother fuckers did - their lives were stained with Dark Magic and blood and couldn't be trusted.
Crossing the bridge and entering the village, he used his walk as an excuse to 'patrol' the area, even though that was not his responsibility. Moody was used to these kinds of patrols, it was second nature to him. Using his Magical Eye, he could see in the dark as well as see through walls, so nothing was hidden to him: if a crime was being committed, he would know and he'd be ready. His wooden leg made a dull thud with every other step, and he leaned upon his walking staff for support.
Closer to Sweet Eats, Moody caught sight of somebody outside the store. Moody's good eye narrowed and a snarl appeared on his scarred face. God damn Rabastan. Motherfucking Lestrange. It wasn't Rosier, but those two were cut from the same cloth. Lousy Death Eating son of a bitch. What was he doing out so late at night? Up to no good, that's what.
"Oi!" he shouted to get Lestrange's attention. "Freeze! Don't move, you bastard, in the name of the law!" Moody's wand was not yet drawn, but he'd pulled back his cloak to make it more accessible, in case he needed to defend himself.