The night had been long and for Lee, it was still going. After their shift at a party earlier, five straight hours in the booth, they dropped their equipment off at home and set off in search of something to do, some mayhem to cause, maybe just a walk through the dark streets of town, anything. For a while it was good, the music in their headphones providing a beat for their stride, but after some time the thought of a certain little redheaded punk popped into their head, and they changed their course.
When they reached Ginny Weasley’s place, they knew exactly where to find her window. Countless nights they’d appeared suddenly out of the blue, throwing rocks and demanding her time and attention. Tonight would be no different. Grinning to theirself, Lee scooped up a few rocks on their way up, easily wound up and gave one a light toss, hitting it against the windowsill.
“Oi Ginny,” they called up to her, the light was on so they knew she was in. “Come out and play in the trash with me, love!”