Strength of Some Sort [VALYNDIAR]

[fishywolf]

Whoo! Free time! Bast Leander had it. An hour for herself in the afternoon. She was able to get someone else to watch over her workplace for an hour while she got to have a little freedom for the day. Pretty sweet. But what exactly did a librarian do in her free time? Sleep? Eat? Read a book? She didn't need sleep or food. As for reading, she could always just do that on the job. It wasn't like she was in any shortage of books around her. So what did this librarian do? Push ups! Yes, you heard me. Push ups with some sit ups here or there. Not exactly the norm, eh? But that's what she wanted to do so she would. The woman would normally just go out for a run or something but she felt like her upper body strength needed a bit more of a workout.

So off she went, decked in shorts and a tank top, to one of the empty classrooms. A generally good place to do something privately (coughcough). Her wolfdog decided to tag along and stayed close by to his owner. Their trip was quick and Bast set up a little space in the classroom in less than a minute thanks to her trusty wand, Oaktruckle. Yes, she named her wand. No, she wasn't exactly creative. With water close at hand and a nice, non-dusty area to work on, Bast got started. "One, two, three, four..." she counted in her head. Goal of the day: 50. A one minute break at twenty five. "...five, six, seven, eight..."

[valyndiar]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Until we have seen someone's darkness[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]we don't really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 04455d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #90a5ac; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #1a5f79;] He's had just finished having a snack of fruit, an apple as he walked down the hallway of the second floor. He could have been out at the lake with Aria and Ella, working on his tan with them. But here he was. Finishing stuffing his face with healthy food. The empty classroom that was used for practicing magic alone with people who would try to sneak off for "Extra Curricular Activities" Little to the knowledge of the seventh year slytherin it was being used by the smoking hot Miss. Leander, the schoo librarian. What teenage boy didn't have a fantasy involving a hot librarian? Most certainly not any that Valyndiar knew, he had pictured a time or two pushing the hot teacher against a bookshelf. Only in his dreams though, right? To his pure dumb luck he happened to be walking by while she was doing push ups. He thought he saw the teacher, then back tracked peeking in. Silently a small prayer went to the heavens above Thank you blessed one for this sight he had to force himself to lean against the wall casually. A cough to get her attention "Hey there Miss. Leander" Kazimir begins, a smile tugging his lips "I wasn't aware you were into fitness" he'd comment thinking to himself No wonder her a....FOCUS VAL! stop having daydreams about the hot librarian! [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― Valyndiar Mikhail Kazimir[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Bast[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 228[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Every boys fantasy[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[fishywolf]

"Twenty..." Bast suddenly stopped her exercise and looked up. Oh great, a student. Wait... Was he? Oh-ho~ She could take a break and entertain him. Right after finishing her first set of course! She resumed her activity to finish the five push ups then stood up to take a break. Oh yessss. Messing around with the students was lots of fun as long as it didn't get out of hand. Just flirting, perhaps a bit of teasing with the whole touchy-feely but nothing beyond that. The librarian had a strict policy about relations with students.

"Hello there, Val is it?" The woman bent down to grab her water bottle and poured the liquid down her throat, not minding the trickle of water going down her chin. "Into fitness? Pfft. Kid, I am fitness." A small laugh escaped her lips as she made her way closer to the seventh year, calculating each step she made. "I workout at least once everyday. I go running and sometimes swimming every morning. I'm a trainer at my brother's gym so I gotta keep in shape. Trust me, I could pin you against this wall and make you feel pain that you've never felt before~" A small smirk transitioned on her face as she slowly brought her tongue over her lips. The boy was cute. She would never ever consider him as a potential mate but she could definitely appreciate his looks. Still, vaginas and boobs were a lot more appealing than man chests and dicks.

[valyndiar]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Until we have seen someone's darkness[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-top: -5px;]we don't really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 04455d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #90a5ac; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #1a5f79;] Valyndiar would nod a moment ”Da” as his eyes raked over the libririan a moment longer I think she needs a pair of tight fitting jeans his brain murmurs to him. Lord he’d love that lady wearing tight fitting jeans. ”We should train together, you are familiar with Sambo, da? he asked her. Part of his brain wanted to ask her how she went swimming and were. But he had seen a good bit of eye candy when Aria Quinn was sunbathing at the lake. The poor northern boy could get use to this sight. His heart thrummed faster in his chest a moment. ”Miss Leander, I hope you don’t think me rude but…you have an amazing body and if I don’t say that now it wont get out of my head mam.” that was the least of what he was thinking about her body. The poor tormented Valyndiar could handle girls his age but…there should be a law about teachers looking like that! Good god almighty, how did she even get her pants on in the morning! Not that the Kazimir boy would ever actually say that, oh no. One would have to be a master Legilimens and pry that out of his dying memories. ”Perhaps you could help me?” he asked. Maintaining appropriate distance and silently praying she didn’t come stalking towards him, because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from staring. Good Grief…maybe he needed to find a way to let out that tension of his. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― Valyndiar Mikhail Kazimir[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]TAGGED : Bast[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]WORD COUNT : 254[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : Getting hot in here [/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: 255; border-top: 1px dotted #1a5f79; border-bottom: 1px dotted #1a5f79; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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