After walking for a while with Kieran talking non stop about how he simply adored sugar quills more than chocolate frogs and mostly never ate Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans because once he had ate one that tasted toe-sweat, the two of them, Kieran and Severus had reached the 3rd floor where an empty classroom was supposed to be.

Peeking inside, Kieran's eyes went wide and a small squeak of joy escaped from the back of his throat with a huge smile plastered on his lips. "Wooooooooooohw!" Kieran gasped as they stepped inside. The smells and the way things looks, awful, but exiting.

The room was large and dusty with spider web all over the place; obviously there hadn't been anyone there for a very long time. Kieran loved to explore and that was what he did with his eyes... and his hands. He'd already bounced over to the cracked mirror to take a look at himself before he skipped over to where Severus was sitting, on some old furnitures.

Well - it smells, it's dusty and probably is host to many foul creatures. But.... at least we're not likely to bump into anyone.

Kieran grinned wildly as he nodded his head. There were two main reasons why he was grinning so much right now: one) because Severus who'd most likely been hexing him a few moment ago was smiling to him, two) he was in an abandoned room with moldy old things. It was entertaining and thrilling.

"Yeeaaah," he replied slowly, taking in the old smells as he ran a finger over a small coffee table. "This place is so retro!" Kieran exclaimed as he plopped down on an uneasy chair, threatening to give in. Kieran grinned as he rocked back and forth with the unsteady chair.

Biting on his bottom lip, playing with one of his studs, Kieran looked up at Severus. "Sooo, what did you want to rant about?" he asked grinning. How could one be mad at someone like Kieran?

Rants? Oh right! Well, I don't think I'm really in the mood anymore. Maybe we should just, you know,- Kieran seemed suddenly very interested as Severus spoke -chat about stuff. It was like a light was lit upon the overly happy Gryffindor lad's face. Chat? That was like one of Kieran's number one hobby. He wasn't called a chatterbox for nothing.

Grinning childishly, as if he'd won a small candy bar, Kieran nodded his head. "Aha! I knew you weren't such a bad person! You're not that grumpy after all! All you need is someone to talk to!" Kieran rambled. "And I love talking to you!" Kieran exclaimed happily, even though the two of them had never had a proper real long conversation before. Still, Kieran had a feeling he'd be enjoying whatever Severus said.

So... Been up to anything worth talking about? Hey - are you going to that NEWT Flying Class on Wednesday?

Kieran made a thinking face, looking into space as if in real deep thoughts. "Umm... Honestly? I donno. I mean, I'm not sure if I want to take on the Flying Class, I'll be fine with just sticking to the Quidditch practice. But then again, some extra flying would be so fun, but then it would mess up my hair and I don't like it and I'll risk falling, but it doesn't really matter as the nurse here is kickass but...." Kieran rambled, then snapping out of his trail of thoughts. "So, I donno. What about you?" he asked smiling brightly.

Kieran bit his lower lip slightly, playing with one of his studs. He glanced back and forth between the old room he was dying to explore more of and the intriguing Severus he was dying to talk more to. Decisions, decisions.

Grumpiness is underrated. Everyone needs a break from happy bounciness sometimes. Even you, I suspect.

Kieran shook his head with a small grin. "I can with my hand over my heart say that I've only been truly depressed once, and that was when I almost drowned," Kieran said, still as glad as always.

His drowning incident was in his past, and Kieran had that amazing gift that when he talked of something in his past, it wasn't a sore subject. Kieran didn't turn emotional or sad thinking of that incident because he was just happy to be alive. That was the difference from most people. When they thought about something awful in their past, the became sad, when Kieran did this, he remembered how he'd lived and moved on.

As Kieran listen to Severus' rants, he found himself growing more and more fond of him. It really didn't take much for Kieran to start caring about someone. All he asked for, was a little attention, and you'd done it. Most people didn't realize how great an impact they had on Kieran. Kieran just simply loved everyone. He had no problem with scarifying something for one of his friends.

This room really isn't that bad - Cissa told me about it in our 5th Year. Rumored had it that it used to be the office of that old Potions Master that got poisoned.

Kieran looked up at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression. "Coooool," he said in a dream-land voice. "I mean, it's scary, but cool. Perhaps if we look, we'll find some cool stuff!" Kieran said, suddenly all worked up. "What if we find some crazy papers indicated that he kiiiilled himseeellfff," Kieran said in a creapy voice but with an amused grin on his face.