<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/11/ec/30/11ec305ad14e9fc040705b1cf3b0285b.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit, without sunglasses (http://cdn01.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/gregg-fitness/gregg-sulkin-fitness-inspiration-faking-set-05.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, October 26th, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Lost<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Open heart, open mind, never know who you'll find...<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> DNCE - Kissing Strangers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzZWXrlDj-A)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dyani | (Mentioning: Kat, Dior, Rhys) | Partially open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Aaren was hit with a wave of nostalgia when Dyani said she did what she wanted. Yep, that was definitely her all right. And her words were accurate. She did do what she wanted, often times without thinking of the consequences. Sometimes without having to deal with any consequences, because of her blood status or modelesque looks, which were a dangerous combination for any guy to have to face.<br/><br/>Before he departed from the bar, Aaren smiled politely at the others gathered - specifically the one Dyani had said hello to. His sideways smile was quite apologetic, considering he was about to suggest Dyani follow him elsewhere and leave the bar behind. After collecting the water bottles, he turned over his shoulder to make sure Dyani was following him and caught a glimpse of Dior, who looked just as stunning in person, as she did in her pictures.<br/><br/>He knew he should have slid into her DM’s when it was essentially suggested that he do so, after they exchanged some photos online. But, after reconsidering the messages from an ugly fellow named Rhys, he realized Dior likely had at least one not so secret admirer. Maybe that guy was threatened by Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, but Aaren could relate to his jealous retaliation, left in comment form.<br/><br/>So, he just never bothered to push that button. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested, but Dior struck him as a bit of a maneater. And he wasn’t in a place in his life where he could handle a girl like that. Frankly, he didn’t want a girl like that. Maybe he was just making up excuse after excuse to keep himself from having to face the reality that he still needed to move on with someone sooner than later. Before Nadia giggled at him like he was amusing her by just being himself, again.<br/><br/>Once he reached the hallway that led to the staircase, Aaren rested their waters on a nearby end table and debated about sitting on the bench beside it, but remained standing to find that Dyani had actually joined him. He tried to wipe the surprise off of his face, but couldn’t. At least, not completely. When he gave her a compliment and asked for a hug, Aaren’s arms raised expectantly, but Dyani questioned him while wearing a face of disbelief. Or disgust.<br/><br/>A wave of familiar, unpleasant feelings returned all at once. Dyani left Aaren there with his arms stretched out, as she questioned his sanity. Or, more specifically, reminded him that she used to be a colossal bitch to him, at seemingly every opportunity she got. “So, no hug then.” He chuckled, his grin only widening as his hand combed through his locks and scratched idly at the back of his neck.<br/><br/>Aaren shrugged, lowering his other hand and shifting his thumb so that it rested against the edge of his jeans pocket. “I figured… let bygones be bygones. Right? A reunion is still a reunion.” Dyani mentioned that she was hoping to apologize and Aaren gestured to the bench behind him, then handed her the water bottle from earlier.<br/><br/>“Here. Let’s sit and have a chat.” His smile was easy and inviting, as he took his own water bottle and sat down. “I’m all ears.” He encouraged her to go on, clearly piqued by her mention of an apology. He perked his brows, unscrewed the lid to his water bottle and took a sip, then licked his lips absently when he regarded her again.