Antonin had not done anything like this since February...when he had disposed of his daughter’s Spanish suitor. The bloke had deserved it. These folks here this evening in Liverpool They would be dealt a harsh blow for the simple fact that they were of the lowest sort – Muggles. He had picked his target expertly yet again. This was the hometown of Alastor Moody, the bloke who had killed Evan Rosier Sr., his best mate, a few years back. Ever since, he had made an effort to piss with Moody as much as possible. This should do the trick quite well he figured.
Standing at the edge of the market district in one of the shadows, he waited for Yaxley to arrive herself. This should be fun. Usually he only hunted with the Inner Circle. Tonight he had relaxed that rule to go with someone younger and quite possibly more energetic. It would be fun to experience that again.