Moody had just saved Myrtle's life and had escorted her to his house where she would be secure with the others. He was not the sort of person who gloated about being right, but the thought I told you so had crossed his mind a few times. He was right about the impending feeling of doom being something to do with Dark Magic, which was how he understood these monsters. He was right about tightly securing his home, so that now it was the most safe building in all the village. His so-called paranoia paid off. Again. Naw, he wouldn't gloat. The situation was far too grim. Let those idiots call him crazy, he knew he was right.
Exhaustion had begun to kick in again, and he was too tired to apparate. He should've stayed at his house, but the hootin' and hollerin' of those sick and hallucinating were getting on his nerves. No, he'd make his way back to the Community Center and find a dry room to sleep in.
That's when Moody saw him: Rosier. That sonofamotherfuckingbitch. Though his back was turned, Moody could easily spy him with his Magical Eye looking from the back of his head. The bastard was advancing toward him - the fucking idiot probably didn't know how his Eye worked. Probably figured he was sneaking up on him, and Moody decided to keep up with that illusion to see what the bastard would do. He pretended not to notice. He even slowed down his pace to see how Rosier would react.
Well, I'll be damned... look at that shit-eating grin. Moody had seen that grin before and knew what it meant. Rosier had the same grin when he fought with him years ago (according to his time).
Moody's wand was already in his hand and taking the opportunity, he spun around and pointed it at Rosier. "You want another piece of me? Come on. Let's see you try, asswipe. Or are you a pansy, like your pal, Lestrange?"