Lee knew how much trouble he was going to be in at work. In fact, despite giving details to the reporter responsible for the front page on the Ministry attack, he was in more trouble with his boss than usual. The sneaking in late, the laid-back attitude, and one bloody missed deadline a month ago was all Lee needed to know that he needed to get his act together, or he'd be out of there.
And he had been planning on going in that day. But Dragon Predator had gotten a gig at the last minute, playing at some boring Valentine's Day party when the original artist pulled out last minute, so he'd spent his evening there, and after the set, had ended up getting very very drunk until the early hours of the morning with a pretty blonde who's name he couldn't remember anymore, but she must've liked his jokes, because he woke up in her bed. She was all over him when she woke up, but by now the beer goggles had worn off, and Lee realised she wasn't all that, so scribbling a note for her, and (badly) transfiguring a quill into a red rose, he waited until he heard the shower switch on, and snuck out.
Luckily, he was on Diagon Alley, so he wasn't too confused about his surroundings. But he was hungover, and needed a strong black coffee, but needed to get away from her flat as soon as possible at the same time. Rubbing some sleep out of his eyes as he walked along, he bumped into someone. "Shit, I'm sorry, I should probably look where I'm going, right?" He grinned, brushing himself down.