So, um, about that secret club... [closed]

[so_harry]

Harry had been splitting his time between the force and Hogwarts, doing what he could to pitch in on the wards and anything else he could do to assist the rebuilding process. McGonagall had called on only a few people in the Order, desperate to have the right people working on the charms and wards protecting the castle along with the rest of the

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[skylar_x]

It was yet another night home in this big strange house all by herself but that was something that Skylar had grown used to since moving in, knowing that Harry's job was demanding and Reid was all wrapped up in Sebastian. It was lonely and cold, even though it was almost mid-April and it had grown much warmer out.

She was all curled up in the drawing room, going over a new volume to her favorite collection, diving deeper into the late stages of the Protestant Reformation during the sixteen century than any other text she had found, mostly focusing on the effects in England. Though, it had been hours now and she was only half way through the thickly bounded book, taking special care to read each page twice just make sure she was taking in every detail.

When Harry came into the room she actually jumped, so completely enthralled by her text that she didn't even hear him come in.

"Harry- oh, hi. Hello-" she said, reaching for her book mark blindly as she smiled over at him.

"How long have you been here?"

[so_harry]

He liked watching her.

Whatever it was she was reading, she was completely engrossed, pouring over the pages with interest he'd never given his own readings in school, even with the amazement of magic being so prevalent in his mind.

"Not long-" he said, raking his fingers through his hair before adjusting his glasses. "Am I interrupting anything?"

He moved into the drawing room, stepping out of his shoes and shrugging off his jacket and draping it on the back of an arm chair before moving to the couch where she was curled up.

"I missed you-"

[skylar_x]

Skylar gently placed her book off to the side, onto the coffee table rather than the side table where her now chilled tea had been sitting. When it came to her collections she wasn't going to take any chances.

"No, just diving into the excommunication of Luther and the condemnation of the Protestant Revolution by the Pope-" she told him, shrugging like it really wasn't a big deal.

Actually, it had been thrilling but she knew he wasn't interested in that. She'd wait until Reid was home to discuss her favorite parts of the text.

Instead, she shifted over towards him, ready to curl up with him.

"I missed you, too-"

She was missing him a lot lately.

[so_harry]

"The what?"

He blinked, shaking his head as he listened to her rattle off something he knew nothing about. He grinned haphazardly, raking his fingers through his hair.

"You know what? Nevermind," he laughed. "I'm just happy to be home before midnight for once."

He pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"How was your day?"