<div class="floatleft">(https://media.gettyimages.com/photos/actor-evan-peters-is-photographed-for-august-man-on-march-14-2016-in-picture-id529786874?s=612x612)</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> Acid wash jeans, banana and lemon printed button-up shirt with a collar, messy hair<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Back Rooms<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Helping his sister out, trying to fix things, <br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Kavinsky - Nightcall (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV_3Dpw-BRY)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, Valentin, Eliza (mentioned), Rhys (mentioned), OPEN </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>A sigh slipped through Derek's lips as he stood near one of the smaller rooms in the back. His room, in fact, that had been turned into what Derek could only assume was Dior's fantasy of a sexual den of desires. The blood soaked lightly spawning over a coach where his desk used to be. Another large couch displayed in plush fashion right where his bed used to be. Eyes lingered around the familiar walls, but now unfamiliar environment. His wand was out and extended as he continued to drape the long curtains over the windows. Helping Dior out with her last finishing touches as he lazily waved his arm around. Already he could hear people attending the party and Dior being the hospitable host. To<em>their</em>penthouse. That still made his stomach tighten just a bit. A flare of anger here and there, even if he had already brought the frustrations up to Dior.<br/><br/>Then, somehow, she had convinced him to help her out before the party. In truth, he felt rather bad for blowing up on her a few days ago, which was why he was roped into doing this work before the party. It was his duty as a Darley, but at the same time he wanted nothing more than to trot on over to Audrey and arrive at the party with her arm locked on his. It was an old fashion way of thinking, but Audrey brought out this side of Derek that he wasn't accustomed to. He liked her. Like<em>reallllllyy</em>liked her. Her stomach clenched in another knot. Knowing what was going to escape his mouth today.<br/><br/>He was going to ask Audrey to go steady with him. Officially and on the record.<br/><br/>Which was why it was probably for the best that he was on his twin sister's good side for the party. Things had been rather volatile between them since the start of the year, and he wanted things to calm down. In truth, he missed Dior even if he was so excited about the person he was becoming and breaking out of his shell. At the end of the day, they were twins. They shared blood. They shared everything together and Derek didn't want to lose that. This year was a big hiccup for them to learn their new roles apart from each other, but he had hoped it would all resolve itself with time. Just like the curtain that finally latched and stuck against the huge glass window of a wall. Igniting the blood soaked theme of Dior's party.<br/><br/>"There," he said rather victoriously wiping his hands clean with a grin as he tucked his wand away in the pocket of his acid washed jeans. His outfit screamed a stark contrast to the vibe of the party. A lemon collared shirt that buttoned up the top. Leaving a few buttons open so that his fit chest could be seen. His hair messier than normal, but in a cute way that seemed slightly managed. He also didn't look incredibly tired today. It was a big change to how he often looked like he rolled out of bed. He wanted to look nice and presentable today. For obvious reasons of presenting himself in a formidable way to the new schools and also making sure to lock down Audrey if she was also on the same page.<br/><br/>His hands went down to his phone and he composed a message to send to her. A grin on his face as he did. He contemplated putting a few kissy face and heart emojis. Then frowned at the thought thinking it was maybe a bit too much. He erased them and instead pressed send on the message. Slipping his phone back into his pocket and joining the party.<br/><br/>Already people were gathering together and chatting. Derek felt naked without smoking in his hands. One of the cigarette girls passed by with a variety of drugs and Derek frowned a bit. Deciding against it for now, but maybe later on in the night depending on how things went. Instead he slipped over to the kitchen and made himself some whiskey on the rocks. American whiskey. He smirked and held the drink in his hand sipping it. At first he lingered around until he saw Dior. He slipped beside her just in passing, as it seemed like a nice guy with a French accent was thanking Dior.<br/><br/>Derek wanted for a moment and then leaned into say, "Hey, it's done. Place looks fucking rad, you were right." He smiled at her and then rested his hand on her smaller shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. A sort of small exchange between a brother and sister, but really Derek was trying to mend those broken fences that they had both equally demolished. Derek turned to Valentin and then said, "I'm Derek Darley. Dior's twin brother, but Dior did a great job coming up with this party to really make you lot feel welcome. Make sure to tell her that."<br/><br/>He would stay for the pleasantries, but keep looking down at his phone every so often. In fact, he had on intended on leaving this small conversation as soon as he found a new group to socialize with (that Rhys was not in) and whenever Audrey would decide to grace him with her presence. His eyes went down to his phone to see if she responded back. His feet felt like tapping he was so nervous, and his eyes lingered over to very oddly dressed woman tearing it up on the dance floor. A smile came to his lips. If only he gave no fucks like Eliza.<br/><br/>If he had to wait much longer, he'd consider downing the rest of his drink and joining her.