<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.squarespace.com/static/53ef0880e4b0439bf8d24521/t/58ddd961d482e98aafe37dfc/1490934161317/the-laterals-evan-peters-1.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> 6th of September, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs Leading to Hufflepuff Common Rooms<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Awkward friend hugging<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ween - Don't Get 2 Close (https://youtu.be/bShJ3bXzDVM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>For a moment Derek found himself a little offended! The look on Curt's face said it all. It admitted guilt and he could no longer give his best friend the benefit of the doubt. He took a step back and his hand fell to his sides. Flipping his jacket backwards in anger and then placing his hands on his hips. Leaning into Curt with an expressive "What the fuck mate?" look on his face. Curt was stumbling through his words and ignoring Derek's question. Avoiding that just as he did him all summer.<br/><br/>Derek was about to get into a tangent about all the sad selfies he had taken of himself this summer. However, that's when Curt started opening up to Derek. They had been friends long enough for Derek to know that whatever it was--well it was really messing with him! At first Derek thought that maybe Curt had decided to stop doing stunts, but that was proved false when he saw his social media posting. Still, the way he was tip-toeing around it made Derek feel like maybe it was something that Derek did! The way Curt looked at him--it was almost like Derek was with the guilty party. However, whatever it was really eating up his friend! One summer of ghosting was not enough for Derek to give up his loyalty to one of the closest people he knew.<br/><br/>"Mate," Derek said in a concerned tone. Then he reached out and grabbed Curt's arms. Pulling Curt's into Derek's clunky and clumsy arms for a friendly and kinda awkward hug. It was an odd moment. Maybe it was because Derek was smelling like Bug Slime (which he was working with earlier in potions). It wasn't the most proper or masculine thing he could do. In fact, it was kinda weird, but Derek really wanted Curt to feel better. This always worked for his mom, Dior, and other people in his life. Would it work for Curt?<br/><br/>"Mate... You don't gotta be ashamed about feeling bad. You can talk to me. I'm your bro... remember before any of those hoes that bring us down," Derek smiled and patted his hands on either side of Curt's shoulders before pulling away at a more respectable and conservative for the British distance. "Is it the job? Your mum? Your dad?" Derek was looking into Curt's face, as if somewhere in there it was hidden.<br/><br/>"What happened in the summer doesn't matter. You're my friend, and I want to help. You're right, it's stupid to feel sorry about it, cause it's over," Derek shrugged his shoulders. Letting it go. Maybe it was just because Curt got some tail, but Curt always told him about his booty adventures. Like a yapping puppy, refusing to take no for an answer, Derek pressed and tried to figure out what was going on with Curt. He was already avoiding him. How much worse could it get?  "I just want to make sure you're ok, mate," Derek said.<br/><br/>He wanted his friend back.