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ronnie kegg can kick [your] ass. (keggers) wrote in wished,

Ronnie was just starting to drift off to sleep, nestled between her sheets when the first pebble hit her window. Kegg was about to shrug it off as a sound outside had it not been for another pebble hitting her window. Piercing hawk-like eyes flashed open, and then narrowed as fingers fished under her pillow to wrap around her wand. She waited, anticipating another tap against her window. Holding her breath, ears were tuned towards the window. Ronnie didn't know exactly what she was nervous about, perhaps working too much made her paranoid about her job following her home - but whatever it was she was definitely a little nervous about what could be banging around her window.

At the sound of another pebble hitting her window, Kegg threw the sheets off and pulled out her wand from under her pillow. Bare feet hit the cool wooden floors and barely made a sound. Without hesitation, Ronnie pulled aside the curtains just to come face to face with Harold Dingle pressing his face against the glass. Letting out a startled shriek, Veronica flailed back slightly. Stumbling over her own to feet and falling back, allowing the curtain to fall back into place. Lucky for her, since she was naked, and tripping would have likely given Harold quite the show if the curtain didn't fall back in place.

Fingers fumbled to grab something to cover herself up with, ripping the sheet off the bed, she wrapped it around her body. Picking up her wand once more, she crept back up the window. The tip of her wand slowly pushing the curtain to the side as those piercing hazel eyes peered out once more.

"Harold?!" She stared at the face pressing up against the window, as she gave him one of her 'wtf' looks. With one hand wrapped around the sheets to hold them around her body, her other hand went to unlatch the window. Pulling open the window, she just looked at him perplexed.

"The bloody fuck are you doing..." Pausing she looked past him to the view from her window, which overlooked the park, "Hanging off the side of my flat?" The cold air billowed through the window, sending her curtains flickering back and making her shiver. She didn't care that she was naked underneath that sheet, she was more concerned about being awake.. and the reason why Harold was climbing through her window like it was a normal thing to do. Ronnie was confused and exhausted. Part of her began to wonder if this was one strange dream. Maybe her subconscious was telling her that she truly missed Harold and thus she was dreaming of him climbing through her window to see her.