<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/>When she first came upon him, Audrey wondered if she had scared him. A soft chuckle left her at the notion. Her lips split slightly apart, revealing the small but prominent gap between her two front teeth. There was a time that she used to hate that gap, but now that she was old enough to appreciate it and to not let what others thought bother her so much, she realized that it was part of her. It was partially what made her unique. Hopefully Derek didn’t mind the gap in her teeth, or the fact that she was smiling back at him as he took in the sight of her, haloed by moonlight.<br/><br/>He leaned in to give her a hug and Audrey’s hands wound around him a little too late, catching the ends of his shirt clumsily just as he pulled away. “Oh, um.” She started to say, but had nothing to add. Hopefully that wasn’t enough to make things noticeably awkward. Typically, she avoided hugs or any sort of affection, unless it was from her chubby boy, Chubz. But, with Derek, she was willing to make an exception. Only, he left her much too quickly. The slight scrape of his stubble on her cheek was instantly missed the moment he withdrew.<br/><br/>He broke their silence, sounding surprised that she decided to join him at all. “Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she joked when he said ‘you came.’ But when Derek continued, it was obvious that he had been stood up on dates before. Audrey’s gaze softened. That was something they had in common, unfortunately. Rather than making light of it, Audrey simply gave him a look. Perhaps he would know what that look meant. It was a nonverbal promise that she wouldn’t stand him up. Ever.<br/><br/>“Same. Hard pass,” she concurred when he mentioned dying before first base. Her head shook side to side, almost violently, for emphasis. A smirk was evident on her lips when her head ceased again. His nerves were festering and that only made Audrey’s start to swarm all the more. But, it was a good sort of nervous energy. The sort that reminded a young person they were alive. He hesitated about something, not explaining what he had to do, but requesting to be excused for it all the same.<br/><br/>His hand went behind her head and at first she perked a brow, almost daringly, expecting something much different than the yank that tugged a strand of hair out of her scalp. “Ow!” She bellowed, hissing through clenched teeth a moment later, flinching and rubbing the back of her head with a hand. Fighting the sensation of tears forming in her eyes, Audrey sniffled a little and waited for the pain to pass, shaking her head at Derek’s apologies. The kiss on the forehead more than made up for the moment of pain, anyway.<br/><br/>In those seconds, she caught that Derek was adding her hair into the vial that was more silvery than the other. “What potion is this?” She questioned. Potions were always easier to deal with in the lab, rather than outside of them. “Polyjuice?” She asked, a little stunned. “Is this some very specific kink you have, Derek?” But he was so entranced that she wouldn’t have been surprised if he didn’t register her question at all. He handed her the other vial, which was already green. Audrey took it hesitantly.<br/><br/>When he began to explain what they would be doing with the vials, Audrey released a massive sigh of relief to discover they would not need to drink the concoction. He pointed to the stump at the base of the tree, explaining they would have to throw their vials there, then run. “What happens if I miss?” She questioned, but Derek had grabbed her hand by then and all other hope of thinking or speaking correctly left her entirely. She blinked at the stump in the distance, then the vial in her hand, and finally looked down to Derek’s hand, wrapped in hers.<br/><br/>He asked if she trusted him and without a voice, she nodded. Her breath had been stolen away, along with any hope of formulating words. Derek could have asked her anything in that moment, and Audrey would have nodded, with that same dreamy look clouding her face. Do you eat people? Nod, nod. Do you want to eat me? Nod, nod. But thankfully, he stuck with a normal question, which made her answer a normal response, in turn. The willow rustled in the wind, reminding them both that they had little time to lose.<br/><br/>Derek counted down, inspiring Audrey’s hand to tense against his - her grip tightening just a little more with every number he spoke. At two, she raised her arm and took aim, then at one, she launched it at the stump, praying to the devil of sports that she was on target. Promptly after throwing, she ran with Derek, following beside him and keeping her hand tensely gripped onto his. In no time, she was panting. She may have been thin, but that didn’t mean she worked out or was in the least bit athletic.<br/><br/>“Are we alive?!” She questioned, shouting out in ragged breaths to Derek, beside her.