Anthony kept a few rules with his… hobby. The person had to be a muggle; they were not as noticeable to the wizarding world. It was also important that they were not connected to Anthony or the wizarding world in any way, meaning that he could not use magic on them at all. He would follow them for a couple of days or so, to record their whereabouts and names. That way they were easily found later.

It was around supper when Anthony apparated to a dark alley in Muggle London. It was a sinister side of town, but this was generally where he got his best ideas. He’d had his house elf, Millie, make his dinner early to be here in time for the street’s busiest hour. He glanced around, making sure no one had seen him apparate. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he made his way out of the alley and began walking down the street. To his left there were questionable restaurants of all different types, to his right were pawn and clothing shops, then a couple blocks down there were some shady pubs. This was the perfect place to spot his prey.

As he walked he glanced around. He saw couples of all different sorts, as well as lonely men and pathetic women entering the pubs or shops. None of these were of the right flavor, though. After a few hours he was almost ready to give in- if he wasn’t here, he wasn’t here. That’s when he saw a man stumble from a nearby bar. This might be it… The man continued to stumble and grab at the nearby women. Careful not to be seen, Anthony watched in anticipation. The drunk was quickly batted away by the women and ignored by near passerby. Anthony heard the man insult everyone in the vicinity and smirked. This was exactly what he’d had in mind.

Anthony followed the inebriated man to his home, where he noted the address. Then he apparated to his own flat and got ready for bed. Lying down he thought, this is going to be too easy; it might not be any fun. No. That isn’t true. It’s always fun…