<div class="floatleft">(https://media.vanityfair.com/photos/5884e18f9a46ec0e311bfdf6/master/w_768,c_limit/sundance-2017-aubrey-plaza.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> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/e9/47/53e947cfa3e486f27561656454291927.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall | Ravenclaw table<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Bitches love me<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Bitches (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_lZjm5YQmw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Audrey chuckled when Derek nearly spat out his pumpkin juice. “Woah,” she murmured in her monotone voice. “Say it don’t spray it,” she said jokingly. Clearly, she was getting her material from a 90’s joke book. When he coughed a little, she reached out and patted his back, taking a moment to look around at the others with shifty eyes. Would they think she had poisoned his drink? Probably. Derek hit himself in the chest and swiped his shirt over his mouth, making Audrey flinch.<br/><br/>His apology came next, followed by a remark that even she couldn’t easily misconstrue. Her smirk widened into something devious. “Oh, but you’d always look fit.” She shyly looked down at her own plate, then. “And the only people throwing hexes my way are the ones who are super jealous of my…” she hesitated, her brows knitting and lips quirking as she tried to think of something anyone might be jealous of, when it came to her. “Aura. You know, the whole deadpan face bit. Not many people can do it.” A brow perked, almost judgmentally.<br/><br/>Wiping the crumbs off of Derek’s face came from a reflex and in the moment, she didn’t know to be grateful that it existed. Normally, she might have given herself every excuse not to touch him, no matter how badly she may have wanted to. Besides, the halls at Hogwarts were always filled with rumors and gossip. It only took a little while before it seemed like everyone in the school knew who was putting moves on who and which couple had just broken up.<br/><br/>With her thumb swiping against his cheek and her fingers curled against his jawline, Derek’s hand reached up and pressed into hers. She jumped a little, but felt her hand settle against the side of his face, like a cradled embrace. Like he had been gone to war for years and she was just now seeing him again, holding him in place with the intention of memorizing every feature. For a moment, the background noise and all of the others at the Great Hall, sort of fell away, out of existence. She forgot where she was or who may have been watching.<br/><br/>His rough hand held hers against his face and he leaned closer still, tucking some hair behind her ear and smoothing it down as he whispered that this wasn’t the dinner he meant before. He filled her in that he was planning something much more hot and steamy than Hell itself, even calling her love. Audrey’s mind immediately went to the showers. Perhaps she had taken his comments too literally. But maybe not, because was there really a place hotter and steamier than Hell? These were all things to ponder, but not at that moment.<br/><br/>The flush of his cheeks was not missed on Audrey, who bit down at her lower lip in response to the sight. As if the adorable redness on his face wasn’t enough, she had also gotten the privilege of feeling his blood rushing there and the heat that spread against his flesh. Next moment, like a band-aid being ripped off, he pulled his hands from her altogether and practically buried himself into his potatoes.<br/><br/>It all happened so fast, she had to wonder if it was something she dreamed up, or if it really happened. She blinked, then returned her gaze to her plate and picked up a fork pitifully, then mushed it against her mashed potatoes. Derek asked about the tournament shortly thereafter, and honestly, it hadn’t been something she gave a ton of thought to. “I dunno,” she admitted. “I know I talk about death a lot but I don’t think I’m<em>actually</em>ready to die yet.” She gave him a playful look. “But watching while judging and drinking? Sign me up. What about you?”<br/><br/>“Am I gonna need to, like, rent a Cheerleading costume and some pom pom’s and cheer for you from the sidelines?” The question was positively dripping with cynicism, but she asked it anyway, planting an image of her in some short skirt and tight fitting top, jumping up and down. Undoubtedly, it was an image that one could only imagine, because having it happen in actuality was surely an impossibility. Then again, maybe Derek had missed the seed she was trying to plant. Er, inadvertently planted.<br/><br/>He was glancing over at Dior, a look of worry clearly imprinted on his face. Audrey couldn’t help but to snort softly. “Are you worried about Dior entering? Really? Because unless she can compete and also have a guarantee that both her Gucci and her Cuchi will be fine, I’m not sure you have anything to worry about.” Audrey shrugged her shoulders, then guided a forkful of potatoes into her mouth. Derek scooted a little bit closer, his leg brushing up against hers. A shiver of delight worked along her thighs, in response. She smiled, sheepishly, at him.<br/><br/>“So when were you planning this hot and steamy dinner?” Audrey asked, waiting to lick her lips until he looked back at her.