The night air didn't bother Margaret. Summer was nice as it was. At least it wasn't nearly as hot as it was in the middle of the day. Always one to try to keep her mood light.

But falling shingles certainly made that difficult. She let out a startled gasp as her chaperone shrieked. Now was the time that lumos was a good thing to cast. She looked closer at the fallen debris, then felt the urge to look up. And thus she spotted the figure on the roof. Was that a... woman?