Reid was in a good mood. Relatively speaking.
This meant that instead of being all stormy and gloomy and pissed off at the world, Reid was in the cynical, darkly-amused mood. Rather than give idiots a piece of his mind, he was inclined to actually listen them out, entertain their idiocy for his own private amusement. Of course, he was still half-traumatised by the old lady in London, who he was apparently proteging under. According to her credentials, she was an all-star graduate from the French Magical Arts and Aesthetics Academy, which specialised in magical architecture, portraits, music etcetera etcetera. The only reason he ever signed up was because she didn't mind sarcastic quips, or insults, or even feet put up on tables (actually, judging by the blank expression she often sported on her face, he doubted she noticed much of anything at all). However, what was more traumatic than the blank look, was the high-pitched squeals and giggles, and heaven-forbid, flirtatious looks she directed his way.
God. He was feeling nauseous.
Distraction, distraction. Reid walked into the Three Broomsticks, his impromptu home for the past couple of weeks, and immediately felt his neck prickle. Like he was being watched. Turning his head, he saw a girl, Hogwarts student of course, all blazing-righteous staring at him. Reid's lips quirked up to a half-smirk. Disapproval literally oozed out of her every pore, and she seemed poised to 'give him a piece of her mind', as to say. It was unusually amusing. If he hadn't needed to distract himself from thoughts of pedophilic ladies so urgently, he never would have done such an un-Reid-like thing of actually seeking out human company......but, desperate times call for desperate measures.
He walked over to the bar, tapping two fingers briskly on the counter. The barman knew what to serve him; a steaming tankard of Firewhisky, straight brew. It was amazing what a few extra Galleons could do to bend drinking laws. Reid took a generous sip, and turned to the girl complacently, "So Madame. I see you are dying to show me the error of my ways."