closed: yes, even for breakfast

[reidinggg]

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

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[so_harry]

He had been itching and waiting and pacing and bloody counting down the days until he was cleared for work. He had managed to make pretty good use of his suspension, the therapy actually helping and the time spent with Skylar really good for their relationship but he couldn't ignore the gaping hole in him- the inexplicable need for something more. Working as an Auror had always brought him that sort of completeness, whatever hero-complex quip one could make about the Boy Who Lived- it was still true. He loved his job

[reidinggg]

Reid had been making an actual point of keeping himself scarce in the common areas of the house, particularly during the obvious high-traffic hours of the morning and early evenings - while he had done his best to tone down the attitude for Skylar's sake in the past few months, he was self-aware enough to know that blatantly sassing the person who had essentially invited you to live in their stupidly glorious house rent-free wasn't the smartest of moves, and also self-aware enough to know that logic and common sense often had no say over what came out of his mouth

[so_harry]

He was decidedly still mostly out of it, sleep still stinging his eyes as he rubbed at his mouth, shuffling his bare feet across the tile as he reached the counter, the coffee doing little to wake him up but his stomach growling for it. He was a large mug of black type of bloke, too much sugar and milk ruining the whole experience for him. He fumbled for his favorite mug out of the cabinet, something Teddy had made for him when he was still in preschool (and by made, it was mostly scribbled markers set in a kiln on a white ceramic mug). There was a drawing of him on it and 'Love, Teddy' scribbled across it.

He nodded at Reid before reaching to fill up.

He'd grown mostly over his feelings toward Reid, mostly because he'd had far too much on his mind lately to remember he didn't like him

[reidinggg]

"Fine. Yeah. Good."

Reid busied himself with pulling the kettle off the stove, pouring a carefully measured, perfected over years of habit, amount into the awaiting bowl of dry noodles, and idly poking at the softening soupy jumble with his fork. He focused instead on his coffee as he impatiently waited (which he usually didn't, all too often digging into semi-crunchy noodles and still nearly-boiling broth despite his better judgement) for the whole thing to settle into its edible state.

"I, uh- I heard you got to meet the Fawcetts," he chipped in, casually throwing a quick glance up to catch Harry's reaction.

As much as he adored Skylar...well, her family was a bit of a different issue-