Aiden leaned against a wall, a pack of muggle smokes in one hand. It was a filthy habit, he knew it but it helped mask the worst of smells. The man shook one free and lit it up with the tip of his wand. As he took a long drag and exhaled the smoke from his nose in two long tendrils he pointed his wand to the sky and let the most ominous of signs loose!
The dark mark, the signal for his remaining death eaters and supporters to gather. Their mission had failed, but he would not permit any more to die. He eyed a couple and one he believed had much to do with the unraveling of their plans.
It was not personal, he just fed up with the ministry and wished to infuse new blood into a system that was stuck in the dark ages! "Avada Kedavra!" He sent the spell towards Mr. Bigglesworth, smirking as he had his remaining followers gather and just as quickly as the mark had appeared...they were gone!