<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>Curtis Roark | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</div>By the Black Lake, the air was crisp as the sun sunk into a low belly of clouds, casting a grey shadow onto the rest of the evening. However, despite the fact that it was not storming, the water’s surface churned with waves from the endless barrage of explosive spells Dior cast from the shoreline.<br/><br/><strong>“Bombarda! Bombarda! BOMBARDA!”</strong><br/><br/>Her arm moved like the cracking of a whip with each spell, the motion made all the easier by the pliancy of her wand. Perhaps she needed to get angrier more often because this was easily the most practice she’d given her spellwork in months. Her arm was beginning to tire after only a few moments, and sweat was forming on her brow. Thankfully, she charmed all of her makeup, so it stayed perfectly in position in spite of her efforts.<br/><br/>Dior didn’t care what kind of trauma she might cause to the merfolk or the other inhabitants of the lake. She was angry and something needed to pay the price. She had just taken a shower but she still felt dirty. The video she’d recorded of Curt with some slag in the library was played on repeat in her mind, and no matter how much noise she made with the explosions of water, she would never be able to un-hear the growl in Curt’s voice as he demanded his little slag to beg for him to fuck her.<br/><br/>At that thought, Dior gripped her wand with white knuckles and screamed<strong>“BOMBARDA!”</strong>while whipping it at the center of the lake. Instantly, spell shout out of the tip of her wand while the recoil knocked Dior hard onto her ass, landing more than a meter away from where she’d started. Wincing, she watched from the grass as the spell caused a huge explosion that sent a column of water rising 7 meters into the air.<strong>“Shit!”</strong>Dior grabbed her wand and barely cast<em>Protego</em>in time to umbrella her so that the resultant downpour wouldn’t soak her. Seconds later, the cold waters of Black Lake rained down for a moment, and then stopped completely, while the water’s surface churned and lapped up the shore as it began to settle.<br/><br/>Dior let the shield charm disappear and stood up from the grass slowly. She was sore from the impact and her arm would certainly be stiff for a few days but she felt like she’d finally gotten some measure of peace when she heard something whizz by her head and then clatter against the tree next to her.<br/><br/><em>“Hey, Bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”</em><br/><br/>Her head snapped towards the voice and Dior’s heart leapt into her throat. Curt was the last person she wanted to see right now. The anger in his tone was unlike the silky smoothe one she’d recorded and it sent chills down her spine in a different way.<br/><br/>Still,<em>no one</em>talked to her like that.<br/><br/>She was still holding her wand in a tight fist at her side, eyeing him as if he were about to bring out a handful of broken glass and throw it in her face. His makeup was running as if he’d sprinted here, revealing porcelain skin underneath. For her part, she was pink in the cheek and her hair was somewhat disheveled, most unlike her.<br/><br/>She rolled her olive-green eyes, dismissing his anger, but folded her arms over her chest, clearly defensive.<br/><br/><strong>“Please, you’re <em>lucky</em> I’m the only one who was in the library. This video could be all over the maginet by now instead of in your pocket.” </strong>Her eyes cast to where his phone had clattered against the tree and then added<strong>“or over there.”</strong><br/>