a request from tumblr about Spencer learning about Harry Potter!! highkey based off of a post from reidlings on tumblr about how Spence may wish that he's ravenclaw, but he has proved time and time again that he's loyal before he's smart (cue the ep where he doubts himself for not living up to being a genius but ending up realizing his team+helping people is worthwhile) and he's fucking hufflepuff. that was an extremely poor summary of a well written post sorry about that but I couldn't not credit them.

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"No, no, no, no. You can't do that."

"Who says I can't do that?"

"I say you can't do that. The entire world says you can't do that. It's against the rules. That's- that's just not allowed."

It's rare for you and your boyfriend to argue, but right now Spencer is begging for a fight. Who does he think he is, presuming he knows which Harry Potter house he's in without even having read the series? The fact that he's read books from the nineteenth century written in Russian but not the iconic Harry Potter books was a whole other argument, and he'd better not get you started on that. You'd gone off on him before, but this is a separate level of wrong.

"Why? I did the research, I know what each home stands for. I'm ravenclaw. I have to be. Do you seriously disagree?" he asks, sitting up further on the couch. You scoot to face him, fuming with frustration.

"House, Spencer, it's a house! Not home! And I agree that you're beyond intelligent, but that's not an automatic ticket into ravenclaw. Almost everyone has all four traits, and just because one seems dominant doesn't mean it's right for you. The fact that you want ravenclaw so bad can change things, but don't you dare sort yourself. C'mon, you're taking the test like every other human being. And you will read the series at some point, don't fight me on this," you insist, standing up from the couch to retrieve your laptop for him to take the test on. He sighs and stays put, recognizing that he's lost. You don't get to see it, but a small smile creeps up on Spencer's face at your passionate reaction. He wouldn't admit it, but he likes to get you wound up. You're cute when you're fake-upset with him. 

By the time you return with your laptop, his exhausted expression is back, which you ignore, pulling up the Pottermore website anyways. Through the entire sign up process, you mumble curses at him that he pretends he doesn't hear while you pretend you can't see his tiny smirk.

"There. I'm going to go make hot chocolate and de-stress myself from your novice mistakes. Answer honestly, okay? Let me know when you get your results," you bid him good luck with a kiss on the cheek and tuck yourself away into the kitchen, letting hot chocolate soothe your frustrations and distract you from Spencer's undercover teasing. He thinks he's being sneaky, but you know full well that his stubborn ass is only refusing to read the books to mess with you.

"There's like seven thousand answer options for this question, how am I supposed to-"

"Spencer goddamn Reid, I swear, do you want your ass kicked?" you cut Spencer off, sort of yelling so he can hear you in the living room. You sip your drink and assume the silence you get as a response is him returning to the questions. Apparently not.

".... Maybe I do."

"Shut up and finish the test, you perv," you answer him, laughing. You can hear his snickering too, and even without seeing him you know he's being cute. Allowing yourself to sneak a peek back into the living room, sure enough, he's cute central. His nose is still scrunched up from laughing, but his focus is now back to the screen where his eyes dart around while his tongue pokes out. You sigh a little to yourself, letting moments like these remind you why you're still dating this uncultured nerd. 

"I believe the saying goes something along the lines of 'take a picture'?" Spencer taunts you without even looking up. You roll your eyes and step fully into the room, heading towards him with your mug warming your hands still. He smirks, proud of himself as you snuggle into his side to peer at how he answers. You sit in silence waiting for him to finish the test, some of his choices making you giggle and others earning a nod of approval. Finally, he gets his results back.

"Wait, that can't be right-"

"Ha! I told you that you can't assume being smart makes you ravenclaw! Ha! You're a hufflepuff! Hey, you know what, that's a really good fit for you," you let your raging excitement fade into sincere curiosity, wondering why you hadn't already figured him a hufflepuff.

"What's hufflepuff about again?" Spencer asks, wrapping one arm around your shoulder.

"It means you're loyal until the end, hard working, always fair, definitely patient... Wait. Spencer, why does your eidetic memory not remember this? I thought you 'did your research,'" you start to question him, pulling back from his embrace. He smiles sheepishly, looking anywhere but at you.

"No, I remember, I just wanted to hear you compliment my house," he admits, making you laugh. You kiss him on his flushed cheek, happy to oblige.

"For someone so skeptical before, it's nice to see you're happy with where you were sorted. I'll compliment you all day, my proud little puff," you tell him. He smiles when you kiss him on the cheek again, responding by planting a sweet kiss on your lips.