Rabastan had felt quite bored for the past couple of weeks. It seemed that there was absolutely nothing to do, which to a crazy man that seemed close to an eternity. He had wanted to venture out and cause mischief with a certain dark-haired female, but it felt correct to leave her hanging for a bit longer. Feeling antsy as he wandered around earlier with devious thoughts running through his mind. The yearning for torment was almost too good to resist, especially since he found hims walking through muggle terriory. To be honest, he hadn't realized he was in that area until he was there. He, however, noticed it more to a great amount as his arm suddenly contained a muggle women.
All muggles were filthy. He would be doing a favor to everyone if this particular woman was offed as easily as she came into the world. She had lived for far too long, especially with the stink of her kind emitted off of her discusting skin.
Now, Rabastan had found himself in a dark alley in Diagon Alley, near Knockturn. He had beaten and scarred the woman on their way towards that very spot. The hot tears ran down her cheeks lining themselves over his hand that covered her mouth firmly as her body stood close against his own. It wasn't acceptable for her to be standing there, whimpering and pleading in a pathetic sort of way. "Shut up," he whisperd angerly towards her, thrashing her about a little.
That was the exact spot where he was going to end her life, leave her body on the ground motionless in that dark alley. It was the least that she deserved. A hand slipped into his coat pocket and pulled out his wand. He readied himself to utter the killing curse.