WHO: Veronica Kegg & Harold Dingle. WHAT: Harold uses his skills of climbing through windows to visit Ronnie. WHERE: Veronica's studio flat near St. James Park in London, England. WHEN: Early Sunday morning - around 2am. RATING: TBA - depends on what happens
Keggers was bloody exhausted. After being relieved of her double shift all Ronnie wanted to do was sleep. Her feet her, her back hurt and she was tired. The woman really couldn't complain, not matter how much the Ministry overworked her, it was just money in her pocket. It did eat into her social life, but Veronica really wasn't that much of a social creature. Of course, there were times where all she wanted to do was kick back with some good friends and get completely inebriated, but it wasn't necessary to be with friends if she wanted to get piss-ass drunk. Being overworked like she was did prevent her from seeing Harold, and while she hated to admit it, she missed him. There was something about Dingle that made her chest tighten up and her stomach turn with butterflies. While she would NEVER admit it, she had a feeling she was starting to fancy him more than just a little. She couldn't place exactly why, but he did manage to make her feel better after stressful days at work.
Being released from the department a little after midnight, Veronica decided to apparate home. She was too tired to walk to the floos, and didn't feel like walking home. A loud crack announced her apparation into the hallway right outside her flat. Not bothering with the key, she just pulled out her wand and charmed the door open. Luckily for her no muggles were awake at midnight, or if they were they were not paying attention to her. The complex that she lived in mainly consisted of middle aged mothers and fathers with their children, or University students too engulfed in their own muggle world to noticed a pretty witch living next door to them. The flats were typically tiny, but with a little bit of magic, Veronica managed to turn the one room flat into something spacious and comfortable. The flat consisted of three rooms. The main room was large and spacious, a kitchen off to the left the moment you walked into the studio. A living room straight in front and a little dining area following the kitchen. Two rooms were just beyond the living room/dining room. A bathroom to the right, and a bedroom to the left.
Kicking off her shoes at the door, Veronica slammed the door shut and padded her way to the bedroom. It didn't take her long to peel off her clothes. Merlin, how she wanted a shower. After chasing criminals for practically a day and a half all she wanted and needed was a shower to wash off the grime. Unlike her room, the bathroom was nothing special. It held all the necessities that a bathroom needed. Running fingers through her hair, she waited for the water to get piping hot before stepping under the steam. Allowing the hot water to ease her muscles and "destress" her body from work. It was just the thing her body needed after a long, very long shift as a hit-witch. Spending practically 45 minutes in the shower, Veronica was calm and suddenly more tired than she was before she got home. Turning off the shower, she grabbed one towel and wrapped it around her body, and another wrapped around her hair.
Merlin, all she wanted was to crawl into bed. Drying off, she tossed the towel into a basket for laundry. Allowing the towel to fall from her hair, she kicked it towards the basket as well and climbed into bed. Not bothering with clothing, she opted to sleep completely naked. Curling up under the sheets, it felt nice against her smooth skin. It didn't take her long to fall asleep. By 2am, she was sleeping soundly, body tangled into the sheets so one long leg was tossed over the side of the bed and her entire upper body was exposed. The life of a hit-witch was exhausting, and this was exactly what Ronnie needed. A good long sleep in her bed after a nice hot shower.