Setting: Belfast, late night.
It was becoming increasingly easy to slip out from beside a sleeping Monty to sneak out and cause some trouble. I felt a twinge of guilt as I got dressed and put on my robes. She's a good woman, deserving of someone who doesn't go behind her back to murder muggles. Still, I kissed her cheek before heading out, stuffing my wand in my pocket and bringing my mask along in case trouble finds us.
I apparated to Belfast to wait for Wilkes. She was right when she said it was a sleepy town. Nondescript and inconsequential. I'd be surprised if anyone missed it. Despite myself, I felt excited. It had been a while since we got up to anything without aurors breathing down our necks. It would be nice to kill off a few people in peace. Let some steam off, so to speak.
"I thought we'd start over there," I said casually when I heard a crack that announced Wilkes' presence. I pointed at a house with a lightened window. "Small family, two kids, hard-working mum. Flower pot on the window sill. I'm in the mood to destroy something pretty."