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-
He was still a bit annoyed with Skylar for dipping out of the flat for an extended stay at Potter's place with nothing but a damned note - though, and he would never, ever admit this out loud, he was rather glad and thankful to know that she was far away from the place that whoever had broken into Witch Weekly's offices would be able to track her back to, should that be on their still-unknown agenda.
And with Daphne still out of commission (despite his fervent aversion to anything hospital-like, he had managed to drop by to bring flowers, which, as it turned out, she really didn't need any more of, and had quickly enough been intimidated out of the room by that little sister of hers, whose pointed deathglare made his own usually impressive one seem entirely harmless), the reasons behind her absence always a lingering concern, working directly under Ava had been a nightmare in and off itself. While he adored the girl just as much as the rest of the members of their weird little motley crew, their way of showing affection was decidedly unaffectionate, and she had taken her position of power to a teeth-grindingly frustrating level.
So when he Apparated just outside of Sebastian's place for the second time in barely as many weeks, he did it with no qualms about why he was actually here. He was in need for a little stress relief.
-Also, admittedly, he wanted to make sure the man hadn't made good on his (hopefully defused) intentions to disappear without a word or warning-
-Not that he cared. Of course not. Just, good ol' booty call.
He stepped up to the door, rapping his knuckles against it in three short bursts before stepping back, hands in his pockets, chewing on his lip as he waited for an answer.
He was still a bit annoyed with Skylar for dipping out of the flat for an extended stay at Potter's place with nothing but a damned note - though, and he would never, ever admit this out loud, he was rather glad and thankful to know that she was far away from the place that whoever had broken into Witch Weekly's offices would be able to track her back to, should that be on their still-unknown agenda.
And with Daphne still out of commission (despite his fervent aversion to anything hospital-like, he had managed to drop by to bring flowers, which, as it turned out, she really didn't need any more of, and had quickly enough been intimidated out of the room by that little sister of hers, whose pointed deathglare made his own usually impressive one seem entirely harmless), the reasons behind her absence always a lingering concern, working directly under Ava had been a nightmare in and off itself. While he adored the girl just as much as the rest of the members of their weird little motley crew, their way of showing affection was decidedly unaffectionate, and she had taken her position of power to a teeth-grindingly frustrating level.
So when he Apparated just outside of Sebastian's place for the second time in barely as many weeks, he did it with no qualms about why he was actually here. He was in need for a little stress relief.
-Also, admittedly, he wanted to make sure the man hadn't made good on his (hopefully defused) intentions to disappear without a word or warning-
-Not that he cared. Of course not. Just, good ol' booty call.
He stepped up to the door, rapping his knuckles against it in three short bursts before stepping back, hands in his pockets, chewing on his lip as he waited for an answer.