It was freezing. Reagan liked the cold weather just fine, and actually preferred it over hot weather, but it was a little
too chilly for her tastes at this particular point. Christmas had been three days ago and it hadn’t come as a surprise that she was going to visit her boyfriend. They hadn’t been able to do
anything alone when he’d visited her family in Salford -- her father hadn’t really ever been the hovering type, but that was all he’d seemed to do when Finn had come over. No closing the door. No this. No that. Pfft. When Sarah came over during the holidays, they could do whatever they bloody well wanted -- they could go on a killing spree and Reagan doubt they’d have been bothered. Half of his gift was kind of girlish in nature, almost more for her benefit than his, and the other was practical -- things he would use.
Moreover, Reagan knew she’d been utterly mortified at her mother’s smothering behavior, her little brother’s taunts, her sister’s snoopiness, and her father’s ‘got-to-scare-him-off’ techniques. What the hell was that all about, anyway? She was seventeen years old, a legal adult, not thirteen. Though she could’ve just apparated to Finn’s place from her bedroom, she’d decided to take a little bit of a walk outside in the snow to prepare herself. Her nerves were bouncing off the walls and her hands were shaky that she was so jittery. It wasn’t so much that she was worried about Finn -- she knew him well enough to know the things he liked and didn’t like to be in public, much less in front of his family. That was the worst and she didn’t want to screw anything up.
Ray felt a little silly in her snow boots. Looking down at them as they crunched around in the icy-topped snow, she supposed that leaving might be a good idea if she wanted to show up on time and make a good impression. No more time to stew. Within just a few seconds, she was standing outside the McKenzie residence with a tentative smile lingering on her lips. Showtime.
Reaching her hand towards the doorbell, she hesitated and then pressed it furiously after an immediate decision. She tended to do that. Her bravery usually triumphed over whatever she was unsure about, though, so at least that was good -- most of the time, when it wouldn’t get her into any trouble. The short girl was thankful for her
hat’s assistance in keeping her head warm in that moment, and was quite relieved when the door opened to reveal the same tall form she was so used to.
Like always, her immediate reaction when she saw him was to smile right back. She leaned in and let him kiss her and then let herself be led in -- she nodded at his statement. “Yeah, you’re right about that.” Her fluffy coat, now hanging up on the coat rack along with her hat, was luckily no longer needed, which she was thankful for as well -- she thought she looked a little bit like a human marshmallow with all of her snow gear on. Plus, it was nice and warm in the house, so no human marshmallowness would be happening anyway. Nodding maybe a little too vigorously at his question, she hummed positively in response. “Mhm. That sounds good.” It was weird to think she'd never even been to Finn's house before, but she was here now and she was ready to spend some time with him without being watched like a hawk.
Reagan swore she's heard a little piece of her father's soul shrivel and die every time they'd kissed (no matter how discretely) in front of him, or even not -- she assumed it was psychology, the whole "there but not actually there" thing. Smiling at Finn to let him know she was sort of paying attention, she followed him further into the house.