<div class="floatleft">(http://www.fhfff.com/img3/jwujghfdmtijxsmgcbuk.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> Blue sweater, blue collared shirt, blue jeans, and very messy hair<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 24th of October - Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pissy Derek is pissy <br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Justice - Stress (https://youtu.be/0qXmxVySMzw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Derek's hair was messier than normal. In fact, it was a honest reflection of how he currently felt. He wasn't very savvy with social media, but he was scrolling through Wiztagram and found a very curious image of Dior standing in front of a mirror in the Penthouse. However, inspecting the background further, it looked as if she was completely rearranging the place! It was a family penthouse, not her penthouse, and truthfully after everything that he had heard in the past month -- it royally peeved him. Usually these types of things shrugged off of his shoulders, but today was an especially messy day for his hair and his thoughts. So many things were on the tip of his tongue that he wanted to tell Dior. So many things that he wanted to confront her about. Yet, he stayed silent. Biting his tongue and letting his technically older twin sister continue to do her own thing.<br/><br/>They agreed to it, Derek supposed, but as he separated himself from his sister things started to come out of the wood work. With this brand new sense of self separate from her, he finally found the nerve to stand up and confront her in his own way.<br/><br/>Intentionally he texted her to confirm she was still there... and she didn't answer. She was probably trying to avoid him after he passively denied her advances that he would usually come crawling like a puppy toward her. Not this year, no matter how curious he was on how her year had been going and how he missed her bossy attitude. He had to keep reminding himself no. Even as he pulled out his cell phone to see if she ever received his message. He fumed as he walked through Hogsmede heading over to the Penthouse. Stomping his trainers into the ground beneath him like a child having a fit.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he arrived at the penthouse that he had formally worked himself up. He looked at his cell phone again and saw that Dior still hadn't responded. Yet the lights in the penthouse meant that she was there. Was she ignoring him? Huffing he began to take his key and unlock the front door of the Penthouse. He turned the lock and pulled on the lever. The door didn't budge. "What the fuck?" Derek said in his angry tone as she rattled the handle. "Dior!" he then said suddenly banging on the door with the flat side of his hand. Continuing to pat one time after another until she would answer. "Dior, this is not cool. This penthouse is for the entire family, not just for you!"<br/><br/>This time Derek realized that he may have been rather ridiculous yelling at a door and she may have not even heard him yelling. He stopped for a moment and pulled out his cell phone. Dialing Dior's number and waiting for her to answer as he held the phone up to his ear. Tapping his foot and feeling the blood rush to his face. Feeling so angry about such a small thing, but a lot had added up over time.