<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tumblr.com/db11bb979b4135e1c916f67e04c31e3f/poodvww/BP2odmrme/tumblr_static_94girahss4kkwc4cwwocc4cc4.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> 2nd September, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hogwarts<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Audrey is a choking hazard.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Queen - Don't Stop Me Now (https://youtu.be/HgzGwKwLmgM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey, Dior (M), OPEN </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Derek paused for a moment. He was never a man to really excel at anything. He always had mentors or others who would assist him to just be average or just above average. The idea of entering a competition where he could prove himself was appealing to Derek. Even if he thought the chances of him actually being picked were extremely low. Still, he took the sarcasm as a bit of a miscommunication that maybe Audrey wanted him to join. Maybe she would be impressed by him joining and he could prove himself to be a 'tough guy' rather than a 'kinda nerdy' and 'clueless romantic' that he was. He pushed out his chest a bit when she confirmed that he was putting his name in the cup grinned pointing his thumb to his chest.<br/><br/>"Well, yeah, I mean it's only going to pick the people that it thinks most likely to win and represent the school? Well, I suppose I'll leave it up for the cup to decide," Derek grinned and looked at Audrey. Again, he couldn't tell from her expression if she was actually impressed or not.<br/><br/>Luckily the subject changed to his favor. Audrey was free tonight and he better<del>shag</del>snag her before some handsome viking from Durmstrang or romantic French speaking snob from Beauxbatons stole her away. Already he could see her getting along with the sarcastic French and that put a bit of urgency and haste in his movements. His fingers slipped to his hair as he patted it down on his head, "Voodoo dolls? Is this why I was having random pains in my crotch this summer?"<br/><br/>However, the reassurance that Audrey would go out with him in the evening brought a smile to his face. "Ahh, fuck it. You can have a Voodoo doll with me. Just save the kinky shit for me and not the doll, alright?" Derek added. Feeling that bit of comfort that he only had ever had with Dior in the past. Then he came to the realization of what he said and blushed awkwardly again. "Not that... I assume... you're into ... that kinda stuff... yeah," Derek cleared his throat. No pumpkin juice for an excuse this time.<br/><br/>Licking his lips, he found her faking the British accent so adorable on her. In truth, if they would alone he would have kissed her right then on impulse. Instead his eyes lingered with hers a bit long and he cocked a smirk. "Alright, Audrey. No promises about human sacrifices though," Derek laughed for a moment. Then looked around the room to see if anyone was hopping in on their conversation. In truth, he actually had a secret to share with Audrey, he wasn't just trying to lean in close and smell a whiff of her shampoo or brush the stubble from his cheek accidentally against her own cheek. Still, he took his opportunity to brush those pretty brown locks aside, and lean into her ear.<br/><br/>"Meet me outside after everyone was went to bed. Near the Whomping Willow," Derek's breath was warm. His lips lingered against her earlobe a bit too close. How he eagerly wanted to nibble on it, but held back. Audrey was so incredibly intoxicating up close. It was a wonder a woman like her would ever agree to go on a date with him. "Bring some boots and warm clothes," Derek added before slipping to the side of her cheek and giving it a quick peck of his confident lips. Nothing more than what a friend would from afar, but with the context of their future... it was definitely more than the friendly sort.<br/><br/>"And don't be late, love" Derek said leaning away with a wink before grabbing a roll off of the table and chomping into it with gusto. A triumph smile on his face.