<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tumblr.com/db11bb979b4135e1c916f67e04c31e3f/poodvww/BP2odmrme/tumblr_static_94girahss4kkwc4cwwocc4cc4.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> 2nd September, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hogwarts<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Awkward chatting, arriving late, trying to avoid being yelled at<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, Audrey, Curt (M), Rex (M)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The man was never known for being punctual. In fact, it's not like he even slept in past his alarms today. He had somehow misplaced the new uniform and had completely forgotten exactly what he was supposed to wear. The man was completely useless when it came to matters of clothing or remembering uniforms for fashion. The old robes uniform of the previous year gave him room to hide the untidy chaos that also resembled his mind. An un-tucked shirt in the back, a few stains here and there from potion brewing late at night. But these new outfits... he couldn't even get the color combination right. This what his sister was good at, not him.<br/><br/><em>Was it a black jacket and a tie to match the house. Or was it a black tie and a jacket to match the house? This is a bunch of bollocks!</em><br/><br/>He never did well under stress. Derek Darley ransacked the room until he finally reasoned that Hogwarts would look rather ridiculous if everyone had on different colored jackets. Eventually, he came to reason with himself. Which is how he finally came strutting down the stairs in his fancy shoes that tapped on the stone floor. Dressed in slightly wrinkled pants, a Ravenclaw purple tie, and a shirt that he was frantically tucking into his trousers while hastily dashing to the Ravenclaw table. All the while flattening the messy brown tassels of hair to the side of his head. It was almost like he had decided to dress himself while walking to the Great Hall.<br/><br/>A smirk was on the side of his face as he took in a deep breath of the delicious smells. His stomach grumbled and his mouth watered, but not even his hunger could mask the excitement he had to see his friends again. First, he would need to look out for his sister Dior, but the clever woman always found him first. He could feel a burning hot laser glare of his twin sister Dior's eyes hitting them like a bullet on the side of his head. Maybe it was the twin connection, but he almost certainly knew where she was at like a second sense. His eyes blinked and then his head turned to her. He smiled and he nodded his head upward to greet her from afar. Shrugging his shoulders from afar to indicate that he lost track of time. A quick wink came afterward, but who knew what that could have meant with smug smile on his face.<br/><br/>Familiar faces continued to appear throughout the crowd. Curt couldn't be missed with his 'fucking rad' attire (as he enjoyed saying). Derek was feeling pumped, as he couldn't wait to get up to some fun with his stunts. Then Dior's attractive friend Rex looked like he was chatting with her. Derek took a long sigh, hoping the man wasn't inflating her ego, because Derek didn't think Dior didn't need any more of that.<br/><br/>However, the man knew his place and that was at the Ravenclaw table with others who were just as interested to dive into the wonders of...<br/><br/><em>Fuck</em>, Derek thought to himself as he realized something. He missed the announcement. This year was going to be a continuing uphill battle, and Derek's smirk finally fell off his face and hit the ground, along with his now slouching shoulders. Slipping his hand behind his head to scratch his chestnut colored hair, before catching eyes with that pretty Ravenclaw girl with wide eyes, staring eyes, brown hair, and such pretty features. The one and only Audrey Thorup. He liked her, and often tried to approach her to build a common ground. Maybe he'd work up the courage to ask her out in a way she'd know Derek wasn't trying to be sarcastic like she was so good at. It was proving harder than he would have liked, but Derek did have an attraction to challenging women.<br/><br/>"Hey Audrey," Derek said swinging one leg over the bench to take a seat beside her. Politely pushing aside the person sitting beside her to make room. He leaned over and reached out to grab a small hand pie filled with meat and other vegetables. His stomach growled again, knowing that he hadn't eaten since this morning. He took a bite into it, crumbs falling on the silver platter beneath him, and he nodded his head. "That hat you posted was bloody brilliant," he began to say after his bite disappeared form his mouth, but crumbs remained on the side of his cheek. Rather awkwardly in his delivery, but he brushed it aside with the same grin on the right side of his chin. A small dimple appeared, making his charm seem boyish. "Why didn't you wear it to the feast? Afraid to catch some unwanted attention from Phixyll? Or... someone else that you're currently seeing?"<br/><br/>Derek may as well brought out his fishing jacket and tackle box with comments like that. It was a small tease, but Derek continued on eating his hand pie, anticipating if Audrey would actually be kind to him today or not. He could never read her.