<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MA22noE.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> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> You ready for a freakshow? (https://i.imgur.com/fCUZfmu.jpg) Plus the sunglasses from avatar in his hair.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs | Heading Towards Hufflepuff Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being a shitty friend.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Extraordinary Rendition - Sons of an Illustrious Father (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtigvvSPJxM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek Darley | CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Curt did worry though. He knew that Derek and Dior were close. They were twins after all. If it really came down to him or her, Curt was sure Derek would ultimately chose his sister. He really had no interest in making his friend have to get into a situation where he had to make that kind of choice. He'd just needed some space from the twins, but that break turned out much longer than he intended and it seemed weird to try to break it. He felt like he had to word things carefully right now. He could tell that Derek didn't like how he referred to Dior. Derek never liked being in the middle of the fights between the two of them. He was sure Dior said plenty of nasty things about him over the years to her brother. He didn't want to damage what was left of their friendship at this point.<br/><br/>"You know how she is...she's just Dior," in his shows, he sometimes called himself the<em>Pain Proof Man</em>, but emotional and mental pain wasn't something he could turn off or ignore the way he could the physical stuff. He was a lot more emotional than people realized. Dior had hurt him in a way he hadn't been prepared for, "It wasn't you. It wasn't you at all. This was all her," he felt himself getting a little heated as he thought back on it.<br/><br/>Curt rubbed the back of his head a little as he tried to think of a way to say it, but there was no easy or good way to do it, "She stood me up. That's all. She convinced me to ask her out and then she fucking stood me up. I sat at that stupid restaurant for three fucking hours, Derek. She called me pathetic. It was embarrassing," he felt himself shaking a little and tried to calm himself down. Curt didn't care to be made fun of in most situations. He dressed the way he did for a number of reasons. He liked people looking at him, but sitting there in that restaurant, dressed nice, and cleaned up...the waiter came over with that pitying look on her face. Curt felt small and he didn't like that feeling. He wanted to be in control of how people looked at him and in that moment, he didn't have that control.<br/><br/>"You two have the same fucking eyes. Did you know that?" Derek's were darker, but they were the same shape and he could see both of them when he looked at just their eyes. It was the way they held themselves. The eyes were the windows to the soul and it felt like looking into one of their eyes was to look in the others as well, "I just needed some space...I'm sorry," for that he would apologize, "I didn't mean to avoid you all summer. I thought it would just be a week or something..." Curt shook his head a little, "...I just kinda got wrapped up with Joanna..." not that a girl was a very good excuse.