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
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As far as Reid was concerned, that essentially was the plan - their version of the 'if we're not settled down by 40 we'll just get hitched' pact friends often made jokingly. For more than thirteen years now they had essentially been living together, from endless hours spent chattering in their own corner of the Ravenclaw common room to lazy summers of sleepovers and shenigans at his dad's house.
Reid's father, of course, had properly adored Skylar from the moment he had met her when the two of them had disembarked the Hogwarts Express side by side at the start of their first year's winter break, about to be parted for the first time since having become instantly inseperable just months before. At first Reid was sure it was more out of relief to see that his son had made a proper friend, someone who seemed to trust and rely on him as much as he did on her, but as they remained attached at the hip over the years, the girl did genuinely grow on him. More often than not he had been the one inviting her to stay the night when she would visit on holiday breaks.
So really, an old snarky couple in a house full of cats wasn't too far out from the realm of possiblity.
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They really were already like a couple. As close as The Ravenclaws had been, there was no denying the bond between Skylar and Reid.
"You know, I think we need a cat now. Can we get a cat?" Skylar gave him her puppy-dog eyes.
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He genuinely had no argument to offer. Clearly getting a family pet was something they should have done ages ago - well, relative ages, seeing as their first two flats out of school had had strict pet policies.
"That's it," Reid declared, slamming his hand down on the table (ignoring the accusing glance he received from the bitch-faced woman a few tables down from theirs). "Next week. We're getting a cat."
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"A cat!" she cheered, clapping her hands together loudly. That bitched-face woman threw her the stink eye for the fifth time that morning. But Skylar was too excited to contain herself. "We owe ourself a fur baby."
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"It only makes sense."
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