tell me something sweet * open

[kiver]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: open WORDS: 775 Deep within the confines of his class room, Kiver mulled over the next year that was quickly approaching. Students would leave the school and return home for the summer, leaving him with an open agenda. To be fair, teaching was what was keeping him on the straight path. He hadn't had a sip of alcohol since the start of the new school year and hadn't planned in partaking in any activities that may get him in trouble throughout the summer months. Ocean blue eyes peered over the stack of essays and quizzes that sloppily sat on the corner of Kiver's oak desk. An almost inaudible sigh escaped perfect lips as the young teacher let his feet drop to the floor from the edge of the desk. This cause his body to propel itself forward in a violent manner. Hands were quickly put forward, gripping the wood tightly. Kiver pushed himself up off his chair and made his way around the solid object. Turning to gaze once more at the stack, Kiver brought a hand up to his face, curling his long fingers into a loose fist. The last thing he wanted to do right now was grade papers. It was a beautiful day and he didn't feel like spending it's entirety between four stone walls. Kiver huffed and turned on his heel, making his way to the grand oak doors that separated him from the blue birds song. The skies were exceptionally blue that afternoon, wispy cream colored clouds dancing above. Kiver breathed in the sweet honey air, a smile creeping along his features as he did so. Kiver's eyes roamed around the grounds, noticing that he was not the only one out there. He noticed a few students cutting their classes, a few of their elders chasing after them for doing so. He remembered the days when he was in school. He would rather not, but watching the youth of today reminded him all too well of how he used to be. Kiver's lips separated, emitting a small chuckle. He threw his ink covered hands into the pockets of his trousers as he stumbled across the squishy grass. He wasn't too far from the carriages that took students to Hogsmeade Village every few weeks. That is where his feet decided to take him and he seemed to be quite pleased with that. Thinking about his little excursion more and more, Kiver's sweet tooth grew larger and larger. It was very rare for him to crave sweets, but today he craved them like a pregnant woman craved pickles. Arriving at Hogsmeade, Kiver's eyes glistened as he thanked the thestrals. Parting ways with the strange creatures, Kiver realized that the early afternoon and turned into early evening. No matter, he thought to himself. There was plenty to do in Hogsmeade for a person of his age and stature. Kiver's first instinct, however, was to find a seat in the local pub. His intentions on this trip were good but quickly turned evil as he pushed himself forward. Moving swiftly across the cobbles, Kiver's feet directed him to the pub. He opened the door and his nose met an unpleasant aroma. The stench would be easily looked over, but the ten sets of eyes that watched him as he made his way to the bad could not. Kiver did not recognize any of the wizards that stared at him as though he were some estranged animal they had never seen before. He shook off the uncomfortable feeling as he took a seat at the end of the bar, away from the two that were huddled together in the middle. Soon, the commotion started up again and everyone went back to their business. When the barkeep asked what he was to have, Kiver replied with a simple, "Firewhiskey." The keep nodded and flicked his wand, creating a beautiful spectacle of his customer's request. The pint flew across the wooden surface, stopping right in front of Kiver. The young male threw a few sickles onto the bar and watched as it made it's way into a clear jar behind the keep. He nodded his thanks and took his first sip of alcohol since the summer previous. A grimace graced Kiver's features as the warm liquid raced down his throat. The burn was greeted like an old friend. The taste, however could have been a little more pleasant. He shook it off. Just as he was to take a second glup, the door to the pub swung open once more. This time he found himself looking on as the strange body walked through the door. NOTES: I say "whut whut" in the butt. I say "whut whut" in the butt.

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