<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Hi7D4eI.jpg)</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> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray sweater in picture and dark jeans, with all black Converse<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Very late evening <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dorm | Whomping willow<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?<br/>Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Sex for Homework (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAMxr7JwxN4)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Many students avoided the whomping willow tree. There was little to no appeal to visit it, after all. The tree was ugly as could be, with its nearly bare, twisty branches and the trunk that almost looked like a gigantic insect’s cunt. Not that Audrey spend long thinking about animal’s privates. However, Audrey was one of the few students at Hogwarts who liked visiting the tree. There was a line of solitude, where one could sit and observe the tree, without its branches whipping through the air and threatening to strike a deadly blow at a moment’s notice.<br/><br/>Audrey liked to sit at that line and teeter over the edge, extending her legs just a little and testing the enchanted tree to find out exactly where its limits were. It would bristle all over, extending its branches as it prepared to wallop any in its path. She would talk to the tree when she was bored or lonely, or a combination of the two, which was often the case. Whenever its branches would start to move, she felt as if the tree was attempting to talk back. It was sentient after all, but only when it sensed movement.<br/><br/>So, when Derek whispered that they should meet at the whomping willow for their first date, Audrey had to wonder how many times he ventured there. Was he ever there at the same time she was, and just didn’t want to interrupt her oddities? Even if the answer was no, she had to think it meant something that Derek picked that place, of all places. Hogwarts castle had so many nooks and crannies, so many beautiful sights and magnificent places, yet the whomping willow was hardly a favorite place for most. Maybe it was one of those underappreciated places.<br/><br/>That evening, after getting herself ready for a little longer than necessary - due in large part to changing her mind about makeup, hairstyle and outfit choices - Audrey crept out of her dorm and the castle itself, into the dark of night, her heart thumping at the idea of what Derek had in store for her. She bit her lip as she got closer, finally walking normally and ceasing the creeping, stalking, slouching walk she had adopted when she was making her way over. Clearly, by the time the tree was within her view, she no longer needed to worry about being followed or spotted.<br/><br/>She caught Derek pacing back and forth in front of the tree and beamed, waving at him and extending the gait of her already long stride, to reach him that much quicker. “I didn’t think you’d beat me here,” she muttered when she reached him, wrapping her arms around herself as a slight shield from the cold. “Well, at least you weren’t beat by the willow.” Audrey perked her brows and licked her lips, noticing the vial in his hand, and its silvery green hue. “What’s this? Are we going to pull a Romeo and Juliet? Oh my god, how tragic. I love it.”