A Serpent, An Aggressor[1]

[Augustus Rookwood]

~The snake was violently gliding past the busy streets, somehow making its way between the crowd which was lunging its way opposite to the snake's direction. The reptile let out nervy hisses whenever a foot missed it by inches and sometimes a mere centimeters.~

~The snake was moving swiftly, as if it had to reach some place in a stipulated time. It's watery eyes rolled, eying at the crowd trying to trace familiar faces, but in vain. All it could manage to see were blurry images of random shapes, hurtling around.~

[Alastor Moody]

*Alastor apparated just outside the Three Broomsticks. Glances around the village, no where was safe any more. He had to be constantly aware. His magical vivid blue eye saw things the other one couldn't, still, nothing eventful was caught on sight. Alastor was on his way to the Shrieking Shack, where hopefully, Remus was gathering forces, since last night was a full moon. Alastor had informations about Nymphadora's whereabouts and wanted to handle it to Remus in person*

*Oddly stops hobbling. In front of him was nothing more and nothing less then a enormous snake*

What in Merlin's name...

*His growl voice startled it*

[Augustus Rookwood]

~The snake lets out a loud hiss, with its jaws extending to its extreme, venom dripping out of its fangs. It jumps away from the man, and coils itself. Its eyes remain fixed at the tall figure, which it seemed to recognise.~

[Alastor Moody]

*Glared at the creature with full disgust. Somehow, the snake seemed to know him. Walks even further as he raises his wand*

Homenum revelio!

*A red marker appeared swooping over it. Alastor smirks as he recognizes the Animagi*

Augustus... Long time no see... Mate.

*Wand still pointed at the snakes head*

[Augustus Rookwood]

~The snake gnarled, and uncoiled itself from the complex position it had got itself into. The creature withdrew itself away from the tall figure, and in a split second rose into a hefty humanoid.~

*There stood Rookwood, staring at Moody with contempt prominent in his eyes. He lets out a smirk, and responds.*

That flakey eye of yours does help you identify things better..

*Raises a brow, adds*

Yeah.. long time, have been plotting a pandemonium for your kinds..

*He casually strided past the crowd, and got himself next to Moody, his hands nicely tucked into his robes' pockets.*

[Alastor Moody]

Indeed... I keep an eye on everything nowadays...

*Alastor's growl voice resonated strongly through the crowd of wizards passing by him*

Is that so... I have some plotting of my own as well... And you know what?

*As Augustus strides past the crowd, Alastor crunches even tighter the wand, but due to the amount of people passing by he couldn't attempt to anything. Lowers his voice into a whisper*

The bad guys loose...

[Augustus Rookwood]

*Rookwood still managed to catch the entire sentence, his face suddenly caught an expression of mock. He said, while letting out chuckles.*

Awww.. Poor boy still remembers his bedtime stories..

*His hand reached the wand, and clasped it tight, ready to retort or may be attack.*

[Alastor Moody]

Is that so...?

*Alastor's rage was filling and he was ready to hex the Death Eater. Glanced around and then glared at him*

Let's solve this as men... We shall go somewhere else, where innocent people can not be harmed... What do you say?

[Augustus Rookwood]

*This time, Rookwood couldnt suppress but laugh outrageously may be gaining attention of a few in the busy crowd. He glared at Moody with pity, and spoke in a fake tone*

Awww.. The Auror cares too much about the people he is guarding.. What if I..

*He withdraws his 8 inch long wand from the pocket, and absent mindedly points it at the swiftly moving crowd, raises a brow.*

Dont even think about Disarming me, Alastor.. because I'm way too quick when it comes to duelling..

[Alastor Moody]

But the question here is... You think you can beat me on a duel?

*Him too withdraws hid rowan wand from his leather jacket*

There has been some time, lets see what you're made of.

*Points the wand directly to the foe's forehead*

[Augustus Rookwood]

*Rookwood smirked yet again, after all when one's abilities are doubted he cares for no one and nothing but devotes himself completely in proving himself, an so was the case with Moody. He was so much swayed with his aggression or call it agitation, that now he did not feel concern for the crowd. Moody was raged, something Rookwood was raring to see, he waswas convinced of a smashing duel.*

*Rookwood wasted no time, he shot a Reductor curse upon an empty barrel lying outside the pub, which blasted off into pieces creating a panic around. The crowd at once got mad, and started running around in random direction. The sight indeed was of complete chaos and Rookwood seemed to like it, he now was not standing in front of Moody but had already Apparated right behind him, his wand kept ready.*