<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SXrLTpO.jpg)</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> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Suspenders are in, right? (https://i.imgur.com/wDlKFLx.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, September 13th, 2019 | After Dinner<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Shores of the Black Lake<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Fucking pissed! All the language!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Blood//Water - grandson (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rc_8tbGhXUc)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior Darley | Texting: Derek Darley | CLOSED<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Carried over from Dior Darley - NSFW (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300117.msg14672271#msg14672271) </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The second week back at school had been much more pleasant for Curt. He didn't feel awkward seeing Dior in the halls anymore. Mostly because he'd given up caring about her. Her last message to him over the summer had set off a roller coaster of emotions for him. One that had done mild damage to his friendship with Derek. A friendship he felt confident was on the mend after their talk last week when Derek finally got fed up and cornered him. Curt wasn't normally one to sneak around and be cowardly, but as far as he was concerned, it just showed how much he valued Derek. It was weird, but they were getting through it. Classes were going well and there was never a shortage of after class entertainment if one knew where to look for it. He was starting to look forward to meeting their Beauxbatons and Durmstrang counterparts. A wider pool of people to freak out was never a bad thing in his mind. Curt had even managed to keep it in his pants a little bit the first week, aside from one night in the library that he just couldn't resist.<br/><br/>Charms class was on Friday for him and he liked that it was his last class. It always ended the day on a good note for him. He was smirking while looking someone named<strong>ThundafromUnda</strong>'s Wiztagram. He'd added them last week from one of Joanna's posts because he found her post amusing. She seemed to be at Beauxbatons and excited to meet up with Joanne. Curt would have to convince his foxy assistant to introduce him. He always appreciated a loud personality and she looked fun. He also saw an occasional 'suggested' link to that blond prick he'd met in Diagon Alley. Curt hoped that fucker wasn't coming to Hogwarts. He'd honestly thought the wanker looked too old to still be in school, but maybe the prick had failed a few times and was as stupid as he looked. Curt tried not to focus on that.<br/><br/>Slicking his hair back with one hand, he leaned back against the wall as people walked by him. He really felt like he had matured as a person since his first day at Hogwarts. Sure, he was still a freak and hard to miss in a crowd; but he did think he was more reserved now. He wasn't flirting with every man and woman he met. He had only slept with one person this summer. He'd really cut back on the alcohol at after show parties. Best of all, he actually started saving money instead of just spending as quickly as he made it. He even felt like he wasn't as easily moved to fight as he used to be. That felt like growth. Real growth.<br/><br/>At least until tonight.<br/><br/>A text message popped up on his screen from Dior, "The fuck...?" she hadn't texted him since the beginning of the summer during the<em>incident</em>and he'd gone about unfollowing her and blocking on places like Wiztagram. They really had no reason to interact unless it involved Derek, so he half expected her to be asking if Derek was with him. The twins had a weird relationship. Curt was close with his siblings, but there was just always something a little different about the way he saw the two of them interact when he was hanging out with Derek at their place. He always figured it was a twin thing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/DiorTextingPin.gif)(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/TC96Trs_RUZ9fMkusLqJPyBZsfFawlR8HsbyRmcanOvv-y5Mnm4rH0fraGmNtk5n4Tw)(https://i.imgur.com/zLCiWcv.gif)</div><br/><div align="center"><em><strong>“You ought to be more careful with where you shag these slags.”</strong></em></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The message wasn't that bad. She'd said much worse to him over the past five years. He was sure he could walk up to her, call her a bitch, and no one would bat an eye at it. They'd just figure it was a normal day. While the message was a little strange, it wasn't all that out of the ordinary. However, it was the attached video that made him cock an eyebrow. The minute it started playing, he felt his blood pressure rising, "That fucking...cunt..." he growled lowly as it played, muted.<br/><br/>There were a lot of things Curt could forgive people for. Hell, as much as it had hurt, he had started becoming content with what Dior had done to him over the summer. He would have got over it with time and they would have found some semblance of tolerance with each other again the way they had before. But this? This made him feel dirty. Curt was no stranger to acting like a fool and making a scene, but that was mostly for show. He wanted to be watched when he put on a show. But there were certain things he kept private. He didn't have sex for an audience. Those he decided to sleep with, whether it was one person or more at a time, it was done privately, even if it was in a semi-public place. He could have sworn he checked the library before they went in there that night. Yet, Dior could have only got that video if she had been in there. She had no fucking right.<br/><br/>Without thinking, Curt threw his phone at the stone floor, something he immediately regretted, "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." he huffed. It had been a while since he got angry enough to throw something. Picking it up, the screen was cracked, "God dammit!" people were starting to look at him and he was sure a Professor would be along soon enough. He forced a smile and smoothed his hair back again, "Sorry. Cracked my phone," he tried to say calmly.<br/><br/>Inhaling deeply, he turned to the window he'd been leaning next to and tried to take in some of the outside air to calm himself. Instead, he focused his eyes on the surface of the lake. It was rippling quite a bit more than usual. The water burst up and he realized someone was casting spell at it,<em>"Dior's pissed about something..."</em>someone commented behind him,<em>"Saw her walking down there..."</em><br/><br/>Merlin's beard, someone obviously wasn't on Dior's side up there.<br/><br/>It took a little work, but he managed to send off a quick text to Derek on his cracked screen as he stormed his way out of the castle.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/zLCiWcv.gif)(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/TC96Trs_RUZ9fMkusLqJPyBZsfFawlR8HsbyRmcanOvv-y5Mnm4rH0fraGmNtk5n4Tw)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9f/15488256091338119_%281%29.gif)</div><br/><div align="center"><em><strong>“Just wanted to let you know, you're about to be a single fucking child.”</strong></em></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Curt wasn't sure what he was going to do. He'd been in fights before, but even in his anger he couldn't see himself actually fighting Dior. Not that he wouldn't fight a woman. Curt knew plenty of women that could take a hit and give it harder than they got. It seemed like it would be too unfair a fight to fight Dior. But he had some words to say and they were starting to boil over. He was sweating a little with the pace he was moving to get down to the lake, his makeup running a little as if he'd been working hard at a show.<br/><br/>When Dior came into view, he stopped. His eyes fixed on her. It felt like it wasn't really happening. Just a few months ago, he would have been willing to do just about anything to get Dior's kind affections. Now, all he wanted to do was graduate so he never had to see her again.<br/><br/>Without warning, Curt threw his already damaged phone in her direction, letting it smack and crack on the tree next to her, "Hey, Bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"