Something Wicked This Way Comes → Lorelei and George
Diagon Alley smelled of blood and he loved it. While most people didn't consider George to be a cheerful person, quite a few things brought him satisfaction in life, and all but one, for the most part, related to carrying out the mission of the Dark Lord in support of the cause. He had already taken down countless people, injuring some, leaving others to die, and fully ending the lies of others beyond that. It was a wonderful feeling, and yet he couldn't feel anything. His emotions were off, per usual, and all that filled him was the innate evil mentality that had defined him for so many years.
Sweeping over the cobblestone streets, he looked on at the destruction and terror with a smirk. There was no way he was going to leave until all of this was over, because there was a purpose to his presence here. A girl appeared in his vision, somewhat on the outskirts of the fight, and he didn't even think, instead merely approaching here, casting a nonverbal spell at her that would cause her to feel as if someone was ragging needles over her skin. The face was unfamiliar, but he didn't care. She wasn't a Death Eater, and so she deserved no mercy.
