<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> Being super insecure about his friendships<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Friends - Ween (https://youtu.be/3Ho0K0QytI4)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, Loveday (M), Dior (M), Audrey (M), CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Was he crazy? Maybe. Derek knew that he most definitely felt crazy waiting near the first step of the Hufflepuff stairs.<br/><br/>It almost felt like the time when Loveday had turned him down so many times, and he waited outside the Hufflepuff common room hoping to reason with her and ask her out again.  That happened so long ago, and he learned the hard way that it was never a good idea to be that desperate. But he was a lovesick puppy at that time. So much had happened since then... Curt had been a big factor in being a great friend to help him get over his ups and down. To keep him focused on new stunts when he was dealing with Dior being especially annoying (needy) or when situations with boys or girl crushes didn't work out. Curt was one of his constants at Hogwarts and that constant was missing this year. They also spent summers together, working out, spotting Curt in his stunts, and laughing over the dumbest shit.<br/><br/>However, not this summer. It felt like so long ago that he had seen Curt. He had assumed he was busy, until he saw Joanna's comment on Curt's Wiztagram the other day. She had taken over for him! What more, it didn't seem like Curt was too busy at all to hangout with someone! It just didn't make sense to Derek. No uncomfortable conversations or confrontations were shared between the two friends all summer. In fact, he honestly remembered having a great time with him days before they left for the summer. He had been let down by lovers in the past in this way, but not by his own best friend. The friend that he had anticipated would be a life long friend and maybe even his best man at his wedding if he ever did settle down with someone. Yet, he was ignoring him just like a girl after a bad date... and he was so distracted by it that he could barely give anyone the attention they deserved.<br/><br/>Which was why he was standing here. Rather than trying to charm Audrey's quirky sense of humor in the library or pester his sister Dior about how it was ridiculous the amount of shoes she brought to Hogwarts. He paced his hands inside of his gray slack pockets as he wore his Hogwarts attire. Shuffling his scuffed shoes on the pretty floors. He was waiting around for his next class, but there was still time. Still time to catch Curt and start a conversation with the guy who had went missing off of the earth for all he knew.<br/><br/>Then, like a beacon of hope, he saw Curt and his fucking rad pants. The sunglasses masking the point to see if he caught sight of Derek, but the second the black mass of Curt's attire came into view. Derek lunged for the opportunity and briskly closed the distance between them. "Curt! Curt... Hey! It's me Derek!" Derek began to say rather awkwardly. Of course Curt knew who Derek was....<br/><br/>"Curt!" Derek said walking to him, even if he was ignoring him, and slipped his hand to his shoulder. Motioning for the man to turn around and face him. "What the fuck mate. It's been all summer. Why are you avoiding me?" Derek realized that his tone was a bit more confrontational that he would have liked, but he didn't like the unknown. He didn't know how to handle himself in these types of stressful situations. His emotions just spilled out of his mouth without a filter, as if he didn't have a dam or give a damn.