<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">CONTINUED FROM HERE</span></strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299798.msg14698276#msg14698276)</div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eiQpxQC.png)</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>     </td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>      </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>Casual Clothes (https://i.imgur.com/zTFS11W.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>Friday, September 13th, 2019 | After Dinner</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Shores of the Black Lake (https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>Blowing Off Steam</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td><em>My body's waving a white flag... (https://youtu.be/nzLQWSNVFiE)</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td><strong>Curtis Roark</strong> | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</div><br/><em>“Because you're a right cunt, Doir, but you already knew that. You've known that for a long time.”</em><br/><br/>It was true. There was no reason for Dior to torment Curt with knowledge of this incriminating video other than to torment him. He was stuck in her mind like a tooth in taffy and no matter how she tried to to dig him out, all she could taste was blood.  She deserved the rage she saw in his icy blue eyes, and part of her was proud of him for coming at her with such force. Curt from first year would never have dreamed of calling her a cunt, or at shouting at her in general. Even Curt from this summer would likely have listened to Dior’s side of the story if she’d bothered to orchestrate an excuse for her cruel prank against him.<br/><br/>But that wasn’t the plan. No matter how much it felt like losing another brother, Dior needed to hammer the final nail into the coffin.<br/><br/>It was better for everyone this way…<br/><br/><em>“I don't need your fucking warnings. Send it to anyone you fucking want, Dior. Just remember, I'm not the only one in that video. It's not just me you'll be getting into trouble and how would people like knowing you sat around to watch me fuck someone?”</em><br/><br/><strong>“I already told you I wasn’t going to share it!”</strong><br/><br/><em>“Little Ice Bitch sat around getting her rocks off watching Curt fuck some girl in the library. I feel sorry for whatever sorry ass man you trick into being with you. His dick will probably fall off when he sticks it in that ice cave you call a vagina.”</em><br/><br/>Instantly, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flamed at the accusation. Her fist tightened around her wand as she pointed her manicured index at him threateningly.<strong>“Spend a lot of time thinking about my fanny, do you?”</strong>Dior’s green eyes took a leisurely roll, one accompanied by a contemptuous snort clearly meant to indicate that she found his display pathetic.<strong>“And don’t fucking flatter yourself Curt, there was <em>nothing</em> erotic about that video. Just two freaks humping. Honestly, it was like watching apes at the zoo.”</strong><br/><br/>When Curt stormed forward and got in her face, Dior’s eyes went wide and for the first time since she was child, her words caught in her throat due to fear. Her heart was racing and she could feel her cheeks getting warm.<em>“You're a much better person when you're drunk. Maybe you should take up being an alcoholic you fucking cunt.” </em><br/><br/>Dior swallowed hard against the lump in her throat, trying to ignore the empty feeling in her gut that was quickly settling. This would be over soon enough, and she’d thank herself for this when she didn’t have to worry about Curt stumbling upon the skeletons in her closet. It hurt more than she’d bargained for, but the more he hated her the more likely he was to avoid her, and that was the best way to ensure her taboo secrets stayed buried.<br/><br/><strong>“And give you another chance to snog me while I’m absolutely legless? You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”</strong>Time to drive the final nail in.<strong>“That’s the only reason I snogged you at all and I considered it such a low point that I vowed to never get that drunk ever again.”</strong><br/>