sunday brunch with skylar.

[reidinggg]

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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[skylar_x]

Skylar had been up just long enough the brush out her long brown hair, pull on a fresh pair of leggings, and brew a cup of coffee. With out caffeine the girl was practically a vegetable. There was a three cup a day minimum.

"You know I always look fantastic," she assured him, wrapping her favorite mint scarf around her neck. The coffee had helped but there was still a dull throb in her head that only pancakes could fix. "And you look just adorable, as usual."

[reidinggg]

Before she'd had a chance to protectively pull the plate to the side of the table that was farthest from his reach, Reid reached out with his fork and snatched one of the pancakes from Skylar's double stack, slapping the fluffy circle of goodness down on top of his homefries, throwing her an adorably innocent grin.

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"You never change," she said, pointing her fork at him. But that was her favorite thing about Reid - as much as they had grown, they were both still the same misfits that had found each other on the train.

"Now, tell me. Any good gossip? This week has been rather dull."

[reidinggg]

"Oh, get this," Reid started as he dug into his potatoes, suddenly remembering a particular tidbit he had been meaning to tell her about since hearing of it earlier the previous day.

"So I was talking to Carl, you know, the grumpy nightshift bartender at the Cauldron yesterday. Apparently one of the Weasley boys brought a Squib out to the Alley the other day, like, in the wee hours of the morning. Big, blonde, muscly type, too," he added, wiggling an eyebrow suggestively.

[skylar_x]

Skylar's ears perked up at the mention of Weasley and squib as she took a forkful of fluffy pancakes. That was a family she liked to keep on her radar.

"Which Weasley? Ron? He's developed such a drinking problem," she mused, "I wouldn't be surprised if he's seeking a bartender's company."

[reidinggg]

Reid shook his head, reaching for the pot of maple syrup and generally dousing his stolen pancake. "One of the twins, apparently. I guess alcoholism runs in the family or something."

[skylar_x]

"Not surprising. I'd turn to the bottle if I had to grow up with Ginerva," she said, rolling her eyes.

Skylar brought a fork full of fluffy scrambled eggs to her mouth, savoring how light and warm they were. A gulp of mimosa washed them down.

"But where in the world did he find himself a squib?"

[reidinggg]

Reid took a second before answering, chewing through his slightly overenthusiastic mouthful.

"Carl said he's a regular, actually," he said, finally swallowing the giant lump of sausage and pancake he had stuffed himself with. "Hadn't even known he was a Squib until he overheard that conversation."

He shook his head, shaking out his napkin and wiping at the oh-so-attractive dribble of syrup sliding down his chin. Calm down, Chambers, it's not going anywhere.

"Can you imagine though? How horribly miserable, this poor Squib just...hanging out at the Cauldron? Must be some kind of masochist or something."

[skylar_x]

Skylar frowned between bites of her pancakes, smeared in butter and syrup. No other place made pancakes quite like this.

"It's sad really, when you put it like that," she said, forehead furrowed. The poor guy - and spending his time with Weasley of all people on top of it.

"We'll have to go, keep an eye out for him. I want to know what this guy is up to."

[reidinggg]

"I just want to see the guy. 'Tall, blond, and muscly.' Exact words Carl used. Like, he actually emphasized the muscles part. Carl." Clearly, Reid had to get eyes on this one.

...Possibly hands, too. A boy could dream.

[skylar_x]

A very dreamy look washed over Reid's face and Skylar grinned. She bit off a piece of bacon, picturing him herself. Though, blond and muscly had never been her type.

"I take it you won't mind getting some more information on this one?" she asked, an eyebrow pitched.

"I want to figure out what Looney Lovegood has been doing with Malfoy."

[reidinggg]

"Hm? What about Looney?" he blinked, tearing himself away from the pleasant distraction of his rambling imagination. "Right, Malfoy. Yeah. Odd match. I'm kind of torn between expecting something either completely insane or downright evil-"

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"I'm actually not so surprised. Malfoy's been shut up in that manor for so long he's probably just as mad as she is," Sky reminded him, reaching for her mimosa again.

"Maybe more. Either way, it's disgusting and I want to write all about it."

[reidinggg]

"Oh Merlin, can you imagine the freaky albino crazies they'd pop out if they got down to it?" he wondered out loud, his mouth twisted rather comically into a disgusted smirk. "Not a smidge of color to be found anywhere."

[skylar_x]

Skylar visibly shuttered, a terrible mental image creeping in. The image of the squib was much better.

"That is the last thing the next generation of magic needs," she sighed, shaking her head.

"Speaking of, isn't Davies kid almost old enough for Hogwarts?"

[reidinggg]

Reid's eyebrows scrunched together as he dug into the vast vault of gossip that was his mind, pulling together a few facts, crunching a few numbers.

"Not quite yet...she'd be what, seven, now, right? Eight, maybe?"