He moves swiftly, quietly, and with no sign of stopping. The street lights shine down on his cloak as he walks quickly past them. He smiles inside, he smiles because he is excited, and he is excited because he is about to kill... he stops. A house lay quiet to his right, he draws his wand and walks to the front door. Alohomora he thinks, the door unlocks and he enters. From the outside you can hear nothing... silence, then a flash of green light, a scream, then another flash and once again.... silence...
Another filthy mudblood down....