Ben hadn't forgotten that he had promised to come up with a solution for Melody when they had last spoken, but he had been glad not to have run into her yet. He had ideas, but he wasn't sure how she would receive them — or, in many cases, if they were even feasible at all. The rumor he'd heard the other day, however, had spurred him into action. He'd pulled the trigger on something that he had only been researching previously and started making plans for how to see her without anyone else seeing him.

Art likely wouldn't have approved of his flying carpet being used on yet another caper that had the potential to see Ben exiled from the country — so when he'd gone and asked to borrow it, he'd lied about what he intended to use it for. He knew which house was hers already, but wasn't sure of which was her bedroom window. Luckily, he was prepared for that eventuality and had cast a spell to prevent his being noticed as he hovered by the windowsills to see which was the right one. Unfortunately, it was no replacement for an invisibility cloak, and wouldn't keep him from the sight of passersby on the street — at least, not for very long.

When he'd found the right window and was certain that she was alone inside (at least, he assumed due to the darkness that she was) he rapped lightly on the window pane. "Melody," he whispered, not sure whether his voice would carry through the glass or not. "Psst! Melody!"