Just past the door, Gideon winced. He really hoped his landlady hadn't heard that. The woman had grandchildren- she must have sex at some point- but he really hadn't wanted to tell her!
Stumbling in his hurry, he felt his way to the main room, where his landlady was still silhouetted against the door. Thank Merlin!
There began a rather awkward conversation about the charms on the lights (neither of them were carrying a wand, to make it more awkward). All the worse because, yes, she was right that it was his job, and no he hadn't meant to thump on her ceiling that much, sorry.
With a put out sigh, she went off to fetch him a candle. Gideon left the door open for the light and felt his way back to the bedroom. This was not how he meant to end the night.