<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Hi7D4eI.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> Gray sweater in picture and dark jeans, with all black Converse<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Very late evening <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dorm | Whomping willow<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?<br/>Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Sex for Homework (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAMxr7JwxN4)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Curiosity got the better of Audrey as she and Derek ran as fast as they could. She managed to whip her head over her shoulder and sneak a peek at the conjured images of herself and Derek running in the opposite direction. The mirrored projections of them seemed to act as a distraction for the whomping willow to focus on, while the real Audrey and Derek ran in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>For what purpose… still remained a mystery to her. At least, for the moment.<br/><br/>She wasn’t sure what the potion was that Derek manifested, but then again, Derek was much better at potions than she was. He was much better at potions than the average student at Hogwarts, she would wager. But, even in class, she could not recall seeing a potion do what he managed to do with the mysterious liquids and a couple of hairs. As far as she knew, the only potion that came to mind which involved hairs of any kind, was a polyjuice potion.<br/><br/>Admittedly, there was no part of Audrey that wanted to have to chug down the acid looking, chunky potion with someone else’s hair in it. She would be fine with never knowing about the mysteries that lay at the bottom of that particular vial.<br/><br/>Derek reminded her not to stop running, which immediately made her wonder if she had slowed her pace. But, in response to that reminder, Audrey picked up her pace, her hand squeezing Derek’s a little harder as they went on. Suddenly, he stopped at the base of the tree.<br/><br/>Audrey’s heart was in her throat, pumping and beating violently as she panted - the streams of her breath visible clouds against the night sky.<br/><br/>She panicked a little as he bent down and started deftly searching for something on the tree. It wasn’t until then that she realized they were closer to the whomping willow branches than anyone was ever supposed to be. “Where’s what?!” Audrey asked, a little louder than her voice often carried. Derek continued feeling around until finally reaching what he was searching for. “Thank darkness,” she muttered in relief - a play on the much more common term, ‘thank goodness.’<br/><br/>Derek talked about how the real knob was not him, but the bump on the tree. “Well, in America, knob pretty much just refers to door handles. But, either way, I’d give yours a twist.” Her smirk was slightly less overt than usual, given their unique circumstances.<br/><br/>The branches around them started to whiz through the air and captured both of their attention at once. Derek pressed the button and Audrey flinched, just barely managing to keep from screaming. But, all at once, silence fell around them. It was like time was standing still. The tree branches were frozen in place. And it was just Derek and Audrey, at the heart of that stillness.<br/><br/>He complimented her athleticism just in time to hear her gasping for breath. She held her hands on her hips, like her ribs were hurting. “Shut up,” she jokingly replied with a chuckle. Derek’s hands joined hers at her hips, inspiring Audrey’s to fall away to her sides, as their gazes lined up in the darkness of their newly tranquil surroundings. He tugged her close and made her waist press against him.<br/><br/>After cupping her chin, he confessed there was only one thing he wanted to do, then leaned down and kissed her. Audrey’s breath was stolen away just moments after she had gotten it back. Her lips fervently returned the passion of his kiss, her tongue sliding against his for the briefest of seconds, before their lips withdrew from each other.<br/><br/>Derek revealed they weren’t done yet, and that it was time for the trip to his personal Hell. He released her chin and slipped his hand against hers again, then led her through the tunnel and off they went, following the light from his wand. The end of the tunnel led to a dilapidated house, which looked as if it was a hazard to stand in. One quick look around and Audrey figured out where they were.<br/><br/>“Is this the Shrieking Shack? You’re not about to turn into a werewolf on me, are you?” She asked, though her wide eyes grew a little wider as she turned to face him. She bit her lip and closed the space between them, without actually touching him. “What are we doing here?”