Looking around Anthony saw Dervish and Banges on his left. He could see a few children still running about in costumes and loads more adults walking to the different businesses. Anthony did not need to come to Hogsmeade very often, so he decided to explore all the different shops he had not seen in years. He walked towards Puddifoot's, intent on a pastry. It's Halloween after all...

After purchasing a pastry from the stall at Puddifoots, he walked down the way. He was heading for Honeydukes when he saw a wizard stumbling his way. "Oi! Hey there lassie, looking for a spot of fun?" the old man said to a younger girl. The girl huddled closer to her friends and scurried off. He laughed and stumbled into Anthony, who shoved him off, disgusted at the mere presence of the man. Why on earth do people do this to themselves? And why do they insist on subjecting others to it? Scowling, he kept walking.

Deciding against Honeydukes, he made his way to the Hog's Head. Sitting down at the bar he ordered a Firewhisky and when his order arrived he took a large drink and rubbed his face in his hands. Of course that wanker would upset me. He was just my type 'cept wizard. He stayed at the Hog's Head for a couple more drinks and then decided to make his way around the town. He saw that Healing Hands was open for business and with a stall in front. Ginny Weasley got her own place. Good on her, he thought as he smiled. As he passed her shop he saw the stall for Honeydukes, again. Might pick up something for Millie, got a sweet tooth, she has.   

After he bought an assortment for Mil, he heard something familiar behind him, "Come on, I only want a spot of fun! I know yer be wantin' it too, lass!" As Anthony turned he saw the old drunk from before with his arms around a struggling girl. A nearby man grabbed him and shoved him off, yelling at him to go away. Scowling Anthony turned and walked off towards the Three Broomsticks, intent on another drink. He ordered another firewhisky and thought on how not to deal with the man. He is a wizard. You may NOT under ANY circumstances break. This. Rule. After a few more drinks, Anthony was still chastising himself. He heard a commotion and saw a guy tossing his drunk wizard out of the bar. Anthony nodded to himself. That's the last straw.

 He laid his payment down for the drinks and made his way out of the Sticks. Following the drunk wizard was pretty easy. After all, he stopped to leer at almost every girl on the way. Someone collided into him as he was concentrating on the drunken arse. "Shite! Watch where you're going," he said quietly. Don't want to attract too much attention to myself... 

Angelina was late, she was going to be late to her own big performance. Big bloody surprise. She never could be on time, not even if she left an hour early something always side-tracked her. So, there she was, hurrying down High Street as quickly as she could in her pumps, not paying any particular attention to where she was going.

Then she collided with something that knocked her on her arse. Which was typical. When she looked to see what she hit, she was even less surprised to see that it was a man.

"Oh bloody hell, I'm sorry!" she apologized and lifted herself off the ground. "I wasn't paying any attention at all."

Angelina paused, studying the man she'd tried to run over. He was familiar, probably from school. Wracking her brain, she ran through all the organizations she'd been in over the years and eliminated him from Gryffindor, Quidditch, and her year.  Maybe they had a class together?  The mystery was going to drive her insane until she figured it out and she simply did not have the time for that.

The DA! Of course, you silly bint. What was his name? An-something. Andrew? No. Anthony!!

"Oh, Anthony, I almost didn't recognize you! You've filled out a bit since the DA. All right?" 

Anthony groaned internally. I'm going to lose that arse while having small talk! He tried to remember her name, but he knew it wouldn't make a difference. He never really thought of Hogwarts or the DA. "Erm, hi...? I'm sorry, I don't remember your name," he said while looking over her head for the inebriated pillock. "I've been fine," he said nodding. "How've you been since Hogwarts," he asked while throwing her a glance.

"Angelina, Angelina Johnson. I was in Gryffindor a couple years or so ahead of you. Don't worry about not remembering; I almost called you Andrew," Angelina rolled her eyes at herself. "I've been well. I'm singing at the Avalon now and performing here tonight."

Craning her neck around Anthony to look towards the stage, Angelina added, "Which reminds me that I'm late. I'm sorry to hit and run but I have to be going. It was brill seeing you again," with that and a grin she began to hurry off, throwing over her shoulder as she went, "Come see me sing sometime! I love seeing familiar faces in the crowd!"  

Anthony brought his gaze from the drunk to Angelina when he heard her say she had to go. "Yeah, me too. I have to get somewhere else. Nice to talk to you again," he said while moving around her. "Be seeing you." 

Saying his hurried goodbye to Angelina he scanned the crowd to see where the man had gotten of to. Anthony spotted him farther down the road near Gladrags. Good thing he wasn't making much progress or I'da lost him... He followed the man into an alley across from Gladrags and watched the man slowly make his way up a flight of stairs. Anthony crept up behind him, careful not to catch his attention. He took out the wire from his pocket and wound it around his hands, testing it by stretching it tight. Once the man entered his flat, Anthony ran up after him, closed the door behind himself and kicked the wizard down to the floor.

Anthony wrapped the wire around the man's neck a couple of times and pulled tight. The man started to choke and flail, but Anthony kept him pressed to the floor. Feeling like he was missing something, he let up a bit and turned the man onto his back. He repositioned his foot on the man's chest and pulled tight again. He watched the wizard's face as he struggled, loving the panic that the man had in his eyes. Anthony was watching the wizard's eyes when he heard a slight noise at the entryway.

Megan had noticed the drunkard first. Disgusting. Pawing at everyone. She avoided him. Then she noticed the man following him. She'd seen him somewhere before, but Megan couldn't recall from where. She'd never know what made her follow him. She watched as the drunk made his unsteady way up the stairs to a flat. The familiar man followed. Megan hurried up the stairs herself. She was surprised neither of them had noticed her.

She nudged the door open quietly and peered in through the crack. She was so shocked by what she was watching, she could not even gasp. She couldn't move. Not even when he noticed her standing there.

Anthony watched the girl's reaction play across her face. Of all the reactions he would have expected to see, this was not one of them. He saw interest in her face, intrigue. She was excited by what she saw. He did not stop his struggles with the wizard, but he didn't return his gaze to the man. Instead, he stared intently at the girl's face, enthralled by this new experience of his. He never had someone watch him do these things, he was always alone. Finally, the man under his foot slowed to a stop. After another minute, Anthony released his hold of the wire and asked the girl, "Who are you?" 

When he spoke, Megan jumped. She was startled out of whatever fascinated trance she'd been in. Now she released that gasp she'd been holding. Megan turned to flee.

"Wait! Don't go!" Anthony was surprised when she turned to run, but even more so when he shouted after her. He wanted to know who she was; to know if she was like him, after all, he'd seen the look on her face. It was the same feeling he'd had while killing the man. "I won't hurt you if that's what you're worried about. See?" He took out his wand and dropped it to the floor, backing away with his hands in the air as he did so. 

Megan was confused. She would never give up her wand. Never. She edged back in slowly and pushed the door closed with her shoe. No need to let anyone else see them. She slipped her wand from her sleeve as she crouched to pick his up. She was breathing heavily. She could not decipher if it was due to fear or something far more complicated.

You think you can hurt me? As if I'd let you. Megan eyed him, unsure if she should answer his question on not.

"I'm not ready to tell you," Megan said smoothly. "My name, that is."

Anthony watched as she picked up his wand. Probably not the brightest idea of his, giving her that but, he wouldn't have used it anyway. There was no way he was breaking another rule tonight. He'd just have to rely on other methods to overtake her if it came to that. "Fine. That's alright. What were you doing here? Did you know this man?" As he motioned to the body on the floor, he bent to remove his wire.  

Megan's grip on her wand tightened. He was dangerous without his wand. It was foreign to her. He'd killed this man with his bare hands.

"Know him? No, he was a disgusting, slobbering drunk. Do I really look like the sort that would know some thing like that? It's probably best you put him out of his filthy misery." She blinked. Where in the HELL was her brain to mouth filter right now?  

Anthony saw her grip tighten on her wand and smirked while he raised himself off his knee. "Why do you think I did that? Some personal vendetta? No, because of what you said, because of what he was. I usually don't kill wizards, but that," he paused and licked his lips, "couldn't be ignored. Sorry, wouldn't be ignored. Wanker followed me all around town." He smiled at that last bit. "So you don't know him? Good, I hope that's the way it is for a lot of people. Hope he's up here awhile before he's found. Gives me a chance to cover my tracks." He looked to her, "Unless you're gonna rat me out?" 

She should. She so should. But some part of her knew she wasn't going to. Like he might be useful to her in some way, somehow.

"I don't think I will tonight," Megan whispered quietly.

She turned to leave again, but paused with her back to him. It was risky move. Very risky. She'd just watched him kill a wizard with his bare hands like some damned muggle. Somehow she knew he would not harm her though. Not just because he said he would not. It was something more than that.

She looked over her shoulder at him, "It's Megan."

"Anthony," he said quietly as she offered him her name. There was something about her, something he couldn't name. He hadn't felt this way in- well, ever. It's like she understood him. All this time he'd imagined what it would be like to have someone happen upon him like she did. He did not imagine this. She was not cowering, screaming, or running. She was talking to him, telling him her name. He was so... intrigued by her; she'd peaked his interest, which was another thing that hadn't happened before.

Had he just really told her his name? Megan spun around fully. She crouched and set his wand down on the floor.

"It was lovely to meet you, Anthony. Have a good evening."

Megan ran then. She didn't understand what was happening to her. She was actually feeling something besides burning hatred. She did not know what to do with this.

He watched her run off and stood still for a moment. Interesting. He hadn't expected her to give back his wand. He picked it up from the floor, and glanced around the room making sure nothing was left to finger him as the guilty party. Seeing nothing, he walked down to the alley below the flat and apparated home.

 {Summary: Anthony goes to Hogsmeade for Halloween and runs into Angelina. He then punishes a bad wizard and meets Megan.}