<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 - Chocolate Town (https://youtu.be/7MLJ5WTssZk)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>While Curt was spilling the truth of what happen Derek felt a familiar tingle of empathy pulse through his veins. His eyes became easy and his mind thought to his sister. His sister who had been abnormally needy all Summer. Derek wanted to ask the date that this happened, but he dared not to say. For the simple matter of Curt asking why and Derek wondering if it was a day that he tempted his sister into a small little heated session of twincest. For why would she ever stand-up a A+ guy like Curt? Dior made absolutely no sense to him sometimes. He needed her to find a good man, or Granddad would be too curious as to why she was so close to Derek but no one else.<br/><br/>He didn't need that curiosity in his family. They had a respectable name. It needed to stay that way. "Mate..." Derek said when Curt was getting heated about what Dior had done to him. Feeling his pain, going through something similar in the past. His hand rested on his shoulder again and he tilted his head downward to look at his shorter friend. A reassuring look in his eye as he said, "...You're right. That was a bitch move. You should have told me, so we could have properly pranked her back," Derek smiled. He loved getting revenge for his best friend and he also loved teasing Dior. It would have been a win/win for him.<br/><br/>"Either way, you're not pathetic. She was teasing you along all year. Think I didn't notice?" Derek said rather nervously. He didn't notice, truthfully, but he was just trying to be a good friend. He was not incredibly keen on picking up those sorts of things unless it was directed at him. Even then, he was pretty terrible at it. "I talked to her this summer and I think things will be changing for her. School is about to be over for us in a few years and with this bloody tri-wizard tournament. Who the fuck knows? We need to bind together and be friends, right mate?"<br/><br/>Hearing this all from Curt made Derek feel a lot more at ease. It felt like a step in the right direction to being friends again. However, his brows did raise when Curt mentioned Joanna. "Wait... the Joanna?" Derek said with a glimmer of a smile appearing. "She's so fucking hot. I mean... not as hot as Audrey, but still really beyond fit," Derek added.<br/><br/>"Now everything is making sense. None of this bros before hoes nonsense they're saying now-a-days. I'm not going to stand between you and getting your dick wet in... Joanna?!" Derek was still baffled by this. She was utterly gorgeous and Derek was genuinely impressed with Curt's skills to nab a girl like that. "You still... you still seeing her?" Derek said rather selfishly. Realizing that if she was looking for cool dudes like Curt to hang around with. Maybe she'd be interested in him?<br/><br/>But then Derek felt that thought of Audrey's quirky smile and he passed-up on that idea. He liked Audrey and his mind was occupied with her. He thought about talking to Curt about his little blossoming romance, but he felt that it wasn't the time. He wanted to hear about how he managed to pull off this Joanna situation.