<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.squarespace.com/static/53ef0880e4b0439bf8d24521/t/58ddd961d482e98aafe37dfc/1490934161317/the-laterals-evan-peters-1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray Slacks, Ravenclaw Tie, Messy slightly untucked white button up, unbuttoned jacket. <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6th of September, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs Leading to Hufflepuff Common Rooms<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Umm... What?<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ween - Buckingham Green (https://youtu.be/YBDluMsYN4c)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Curt had called Audrey crazy and for a second Derek felt his chest tense up and his breath caught in his throat. For a some reason it made him... kinda angry to hear someone talk about the woman he fantasized about constantly now in a bad light. Sure, she was really quirky and had the most awkward sense of humor, but that's why Derek liked her so much. He understood that humor and could make his own jokes, without having to worry about someone like Dior rolling their eyes and impatiently demanding that they acted a particular way. Audrey represented a situation where Derek felt comfortable and felt like he could trust being himself around her.<br/><br/>"Audrey is not crazy. Yeah, she's a little weird in good way, but she's not bonkers," Derek paused and leaned in to his friend. Since they were swapping stories, he had something to share as well. "You know I kissed her under the Whomping Willow," Derek said smiling with his teeth hidden over his lips. He looked rather ridiculous, but it came with Derek's awkward mannerisms. "I understand where you're coming from, mate. To each our own, but lets continue swapping these stories. I'm sure I'll fuck up eventually and need you to bail me out of it," Derek admitted. Always needing Curt's advice on things. In truth, Derek really looked up to Curt.<br/><br/>However, Curt's phone went off and Derek realized he had kept Curt longer than anticipated. Derek had a class to go to, as well, and he wasn't the type to be late for class. Even if he struggled to pay attention at times, he really enjoyed school and learning new forms of magic. He never knew when it would help him one day.<br/><br/>"Get out of here, mate," Derek said waving goodbye, but when Curt tried to turn away Derek would reach out and pat both of his hands on either side of Curt's shoulders. They were heavy, probably heavy with thought as Derek turned his head and said. "I appreciate you opening up to me about this. I'm sorry my sister was such a cunt, but forget about her. Tell me all about this hookup tonight in Hogsmede tomorrow," Derek patted his shoulders against Curt's shorter frame and then waved.<br/><br/>There was a chipper skip in his step as he headed off to his Charms class. The rainy cloud that hung over him the second his year started was starting to fade away. With his best friend restored, a beautiful prospect of a potential girlfriend, and the feeling of establishing himself on his own two feet --  things were working out to be his best year yet!<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>End Scene</em></div><br/>