Harold couldn't bare to deny a little fact that seemed to be slamming against the front of his mind. It had been weeks since he had last heard from Veronica and he could no longer fool himself that he truly did miss the woman. Around her, he seemed to surprise himself more and more as time went by. Years before, back within Hogwarts, they never seemed to bring themselves completely close to one another. However, now that they had physically combined, Harold couldn't bring himself to pry himself away from her. It was almost as though a single night of passion had clicked in the right places and she suddenly became the perfect woman for him. Of course, it wasn't completely within him to verbally admit that towards Kegg. Hell, there was a good chance that he wouldn't be able to for quite a while. But he was sure about one thing in the present time, Dingle was determined to spend a good amount of quality time with her, which the prospect of shagging wasn't too off in his mind. It was merely a thought that he couldn't deny might occur if she wanted to. If not, that was perfectly fine as well. Harold just missed being around her greatly.
Even though he had been exhausted from working all day, Harold didn't let that stop him or hesistate in any of his movements, not even deferring him in the slightest. Grabbing ahold of the nearest clean shirt and slipped it on, before taking a glance at the time. It was nearing two in the morning, but that was something that he shurgged off with ease. The thought of Kegg barely falling asleep didn't enter his mind, nor the idea of the woman accomplishing a double within her occupation either. Sure, there was a chance that she would be furious for making an appearence at that hour, but it wouldn't last too long, right? Of course not. He was almost certain that she missed him just a tad, willing to speak such words verbally or not. Either way, he couldn't bare being away from her much longer, as he apparated to the front of her flat with a loud pop that echoed in the middle of the night. Taking a glance around the front area, eyes shifting each way to see if anyone had noticed him. Leave it to Harold to remember at the very last moment possible that muggles could be roaming the vicinity.
Harold shook those thoughts from his mind and walked across the lawn, facing the windows that lead into Kegg's Flat. Already, his mind had already pin pointed the ledges and other climbable surfaces that adorn the side of the building in front of him. Eyes glanced at the surfaces for a tad while longer, before gluing them to Veronica's windows. "Kegg," he whispered loudly a couple of times, before the uncertainty that there was a chance that she would honestly hear him passed. She must have been a heavy sleeper, knowing that he was louder than most people mistook him for.
Spying a few small pebbles on the ground within the grass, Harold picked them up and sized them carefully and tossed the rather large ones a few feet away from him. He wanted to gain Kegg's attention and not break any windows. After all, he wanted to spend time with her and not argue for the next hour or two. As a handful of light sized pebbles in his grasp, he sent them soaring with great accuracy, hearing them rap against the window that they were intended for. Hopefully, that would wake Veronica from her soundless sleep and not startle her when his face would be pressed against the glass waiting for her to open them, allowing him to enter.
Pressed against the glass? Yes, Harold had the idea of climbing up the ledges and bars, scaling the side of the flat until he had reached the appropriate one. It wasn't like Veronica's flat was near the groud, which was a good thing that he didn't fear heights. Lack of fear of heights was a good thing to not hold within him for his occupation anyway. As the sounds of the pebbles ceased their bouncing along the surface, Dingle grasped ahold of a ledge and pulled himself up, using the muscles in both his arms and legs to hoist himself upwards in the direction of Veronica's room. Hopefully, she would be excited to see him, or the small amount that she honestly showed around him, just as much as he was.