Penny’s eyes widened as she went to draw the shades and saw none other then Percy Weasley, in his knickers, outside her kitchen window. It had been five years since they’d graduated, five years since they’d broken up. Well, since he’d broken up with her. Apparently one couldn't balance starting a job at the ministry and a girlfriend at the same time.
And it was raining, too. Penelope lifted the latch and opened the window, her head sticking out only far enough to stay under the cover of the roof overhang. “Percival Ignatius Weasley,” she hissed. “Are you out of your mind? What are you doing here? You’re going to wake up Mike.”
“It’s him, Penny. He’s gone. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, he’s gone. I apparated here as soon as Pomfrey was out of sight- and Fred, he’s gone too." Percy ran a hand over the water dripping onto his blushing face, although it was already tear stained.