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closed: please stop encouraging them
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closed: yes, even for breakfast
If at any point in the past ten years someone had told Reid that he would willingly be finding himself living under the same roof as Harry freakin' Potter (in a house charmed into practical nonexistence that had been inherited from some accused murderer and came furnished with a lunatic house elf, of all places), he would have likely laughed ( Read more... ) -
closed: we're adopting
They had been talking about it for months. Jokingly, at first, something that one of them had brought up on a drunken whim. It had become a bit of a running joke for a while. But then the idea had started to stick, to be thrown out as an actual suggestion rather than a humorous jab. Then they had gotten rather attached to it, to the hypothetical ( Read more... ) -
closed: dropping in on sebastian. again.
It had been a weird, frustrating sort of week for Reid. Muggles on fire, Witch Weekly break ins, having to actually survive in an environment that didn't come with someone to clean up after him or remind him to eat something that wasn't sodium-packed or liquid and alcoholic/caffeinated ( Read more... ) -
new year's eve with the ravenclaws
Reid loved New Year's Eve. The countdown, the silly party accessories, the excuse to get completely smashed and kiss random strangers at midnight, all for the sake of waking up to a supposed fresh start the next day. While he never really needed much of an excuse to go out, it was always nice to have a reason for getting all his girls together to ( Read more... ) -
sunday brunch with skylar.
Hung over, hair sticking up in all sorts of unacceptable direction, pillow marks still relatively visible on his face, Reid managed to drag himself out of bed and into respectable(ish) clothes, stopping by the bathroom just long enough to brush his teeth and splash some water on his face, attempting to rub away the red from his eyes (nevermind the ( Read more... )
