Characters: Ciaran and OPEN
Setting: CCI grounds
Content: TBC
Summary: C makes an attempt to straighten up and fly right after a run-in with some Guinness-flavoured turbulence.

He was trying to behave. Ciaran had spent the first half of last week recovering from his 72 hour St Patrick's Day bender and the second half of the week reeling from the multitude of bollockings he had received for said bender. His teachers were not happy. His parents were not happy. Together, they made damn sure that there was no way in hell for Ciaran to be happy either.

His mother, who had taken to sending him a howler every morning just to remind him that her anger would only leave God's earth when she did, was still a bit of an issue, but at least his spells in detention had been served. Now he was free to do with his afternoons as he wished...just as long as that didn't involve getting into any kind of bother with anybody. Ever.

Throwing his bag down, he took shade under a tree and dug out his sketchbook to finish off something he'd been working on in class. Couldn't get in trouble if you were drawing, could you?