<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eiQpxQC.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>     </td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>      </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>Undergarments (https://i.imgur.com/1D3rNg1.png) | Casual Clothes (https://i.imgur.com/zTFS11W.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>Friday, September 13th, 2019 | After Dinner</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Dior's Dormitory (https://i.imgur.com/i8Qv65y.png) | Shores of the Black Lake (https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>Masturbation | Voyeurism</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td><em>My body's waving a white flag... (https://youtu.be/nzLQWSNVFiE)</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td>Curtis Roark | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>     </td><td>Derek Darley</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Notes:</strong>     </td><td><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Collaborative Effort</div><div class="spoiler_body">The subject matter of the video as well as all text rendered in <strong>Navy</strong> are writing provided in advance by Jag.</div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YE32Jjf.jpg)</div><br/>In the illumination of her phone’s LED display, Dior Darley’s cheeks were rapidly turning pink.<br/><br/>Lying on her back with the silk duvet pulled up to her chin to hide her naked body in case she was interrupted, her nubile body was flushed with heat. Sweat formed at her hairline as her hand moved underneath the covers, causing a a muffled, wet sound to slowly increase in volume.<br/><br/>Ordinarily, if Dior felt like having an orgasm, there was no trustier tongue than Derek’s, but<em>this moment</em>had to be private. It was most undignified but she could no longer deny that what she had captured on film that fateful night in the Library was one of the most erotic and titillating things she’d ever seen... but she could never,<em>ever</em>let anyone know who the subject of her morbid desires was,<em>least of all</em>her twin. After all, Derek had been pushing his best friend onto Dior for months now.<br/><br/><em>That</em>was where Curt had gotten the wild notion that she might be receptive to his advances. They certainly weren’t ideas that<em>she</em>had planted…<br/><br/>Holding her phone in one hand while the other delicately worked her womanhood, Dior felt her body shudder, ushering fresh nectar to ease the fluidity of her motions. She had headphones in to make sure that this moment was private, somehow so ashamed and turned on simultaneous as the video amped to her favorite part. She’d watched it too many times now to count, memorizing it like an actress does her lines. If she closed her eyes, she could pretend that<em>she</em>was the woman in the video instead whichever slag it really was.<br/><br/><em>“Little slag, it’s going to take more than that to get what you want.” </em><br/><br/>Dior’s fingers moved in a circle over her clit, her entire body trembling at the touch, knowing that she was likely not going to last for the duration of the video at the rate she was going. Her body was tight like a drum, wishing those kissing noises were his lips on her pale skin.<br/><br/><em>“I'm going to have to leave you here to take care of yourself. That's not what you want, now is it?”</em><br/><br/>Involuntarily, the skinny blonde whimpered. No one talks to Dior Darley like that…<br/><br/>Her eyes were glued to the screen, savoring the twist of fear that coursed through her as she watched Curt use a thin leather string to bind the woman’s wrists together and then instruct her to perch precariously at an open window.<br/><br/><em>“You trust me?”</em><br/><br/>Gods help her, Dior probably did.<br/><br/><em>“Lean back.”</em><br/><br/>The video was not the quality she needed it to be in order to see how big his cock was, but Dior would never forget the look on the woman’s when he entered her. It was an image that planted a deep seed of jealousy in the fertile soil of her mind. Try as she might to deny it, there, under the covers with her pussy oozing on her sheets, there was precious little she could tell herself now.<br/><br/><em>“You like it a little rough, don't you? The slag want a little more?”</em><br/><br/><strong>”Yes!”</strong><br/><br/>Dior pushed two fingers inside of her, feeling her orgasm barrelling towards her like a freighter. She knew her fingers would pale in comparison, but the eroticism of watching Curt deeply fuck someone half out a window with nothing but a thin leather string around her wrists… She watched just in time to see Curt’s pale, strong hand curl around the slender neck of the woman he was shagging, and then strain as he choked her.<br/><br/><em>“That's just what a mouthy slag like you needs.”</em><br/><br/>Abandoning the video, Dior tossed her phone away so that she could free her other hand. Just like she’d seen Curt do in the video, she palmed her throat and pushed hard, forcing herself down into the pillows so that she could barely breathe. Listening to the hard, rapid slapping of skin, she bent her hand and with two fingers inside of her, humped her clit into the heel of her hand with wanton lust. In seconds, her orgasm shuddered through her like an electric current, her clit bursting with so much pleasure that a high pitched squeal was suffocated before she had the opportunity to alert the entirety of Slytherin house what she was doing in her empty dormitory.<br/><br/>She released her throat, panting as she came down from the dark cloud she'd risen on, and then immediately grabbed her phone. Hastily, guiltily, she closed the video and pulled up her camera. Ignoring the damning way her eyes were distant and her face red as a cherry, she leaned her neck left and right to ensure she hadn’t left a red handprint on her pale throat the way that Curt had done to the bitch in the video. Dior sighed, relieved that the fingermarks were only slightly pink, apt to fade after a few minutes.<br/><br/>Even though she was no longer drowning in the well of vice she’d lowered herself into, her mind remained dark. She could smell the fresh arousal of her climax on her fingers, and her sex was throbbing in the wake of such a vivid fantasy, but she still felt empty. Deprived. It was humiliating to be reduced to this sort of sexual deviance! Angrily, and without much of a second thought once the idea popped into her head, Dior hit the “Share” button on the video and forwarded it to ‘Curtis Roark’ with a message that read<strong><em>“You ought to be more careful with where you shag these slags.”</em></strong><br/><br/><strong><em>Feast on that, you pervy arsehole.</em></strong><br/><br/>In the shower, she leisurely took her time soaping herself and washing her hair, applying a magical oil that would leave each strand fragrant with the scent of autumn apples and spice. When she got out, she applied her skincare and a very light, simple contour for a natural look, and pulled on a casual outfit (https://i.imgur.com/zTFS11W.png).<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</div>Sitting cross-legged on top of the emerald green duvet, having cast<em>Scourgify</em>to make sure that her sheets were clean, Dior scrolled through her phone, still restless. She considered texting Rex to see if he wanted to head to Hogsmeade for drinks and dancing, but for some reason, not even the thought of spending time with her ‘gay boyfriend’ seemed enough to pull her from her mood. She scrolled through Wiztagram, Magebook, Ghoulchat, Hooter, and all her other social media before finally getting up off her bed.<br/><br/>What she needed to do was blow off some steam. She’d satisfied her body’s cravings but had not yet quenched her mind. There was too much anger, resentment, guilt, shame, and other emotions bubbling in the cauldron of her mind to be social.<br/><br/>Dior hopped off her bed and pulled on her ugliest, most ironic pair of shoes, (black converse so she had a pair of shoes she didn’t care about) and a small purse that she could fit some of the essentials into and was off through the ancient halls of Hogwarts castle and onto the grounds. There, she went straight to the shores of the Black Lake, standing near to the water’s edge and cried<em><strong>BOMBARDA</strong></em>at the water’s placid surface again and again so that a series of powerful explosions launched water into the air from roughly 7 meters away.<br/>