He was on the prowl, trying to find a good next victim. He wasn't sure what was going on exactly, but he really didn't care. So far, he hasn't been found by the American Aurors, nor did it seem that the American wizarding community was trying to stop him.
It confused him a little, but he wasn't going to fret about it, because that's not how he was. He was going to take advantage of it. He came on Saturday night, to his incredible enjoyment, for it was a full moon. He enjoyed that first night. So much, in fact, that he brutally ripped apart a couple in the park.
The full moon was over, now, but that wasn't going to stop him from having some fun. He spotted many potential victims. Small children, teenagers as well, but one teenage girl caught his eye. She came in, cased the area, it seemed, then began moving at speeds he didn't think was possible.
When she appeared at a table, with a tray of food, he quietly approached the girl. He sniffed the air, as to get her scent. "Impressive, little girl."