Barty slipped through the shadows, steadily making his way to the park where he had once confronted Healer Smith. He had put on his mask, revelling in the familiarity, even if it was not exactly as his old mask had been. His fingers went to his face again, stroking the blackened side of the mask, tracing the slightly raised lines where the Dark Mark was placed, green against the darkness. He would find Healer Smith again, and this time he would not be weak. This time he would do as his Lord would want him to do.
He almost crowed aloud in triumph when he recognised the dog, but he instead grinned widely beneath the mask, not wanting to give his quarry any warning of his presence. He crept forward, wand gripped firmly in his hand, almost thrumming with his old, deadly magic. However, he wasn't going to make it as easy on the healer as Avada Kedavra. Instead he was going to play a bit with one of his favourite curses. The healer deserved it for ruining his plans, and for his influence on the weaker side of him. He was reunited with his true soul now, and he was not going to falter.
As he drew nearer, he began to realise that it wasn't Healer Smith walking the familiar dog, in fact, it was a woman. He moved slowly closer, trying to see her face. When she finally turned into the scant light sufficiently, his grin returned. What better! It was the Mudblood bitch his weaker side had tried to befriend. If he was going to break with his pathetic present and return to his glorious past, what better than to kill this woman? If the dog and the jacket were anything to go by, she was important to Smith as well!
Walking briskly forward, Barty raised his wand. He was going to enjoy this.