<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> Whomping willow | Shrieking Shack | Darley Penthouse<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/>Audrey feigned shock when Derek implied that she might have liked it a bit too much if he turned out to be a werewolf. “Yeah, you know, I actually have a collection of animal shaped dildos and the barbed, knotted ones are my favorite. At least, I imagine a werewolf dick would look like that.” She shrugged her shoulder, speaking too nonchalantly for the subject matter at hand. “Well, I guess you can show me later. That way I can know for sure.” Audrey sounded a little too chipper about it all, which only added to her usual level of uncomfortable humor.<br/><br/>Derek admitted he only took her this way to get to Hogsmeade, because it was more interesting than just walking there or taking one of the tunnels from Hogwarts. Admittedly, she was honored that he went to any sort of trouble at all, for her. Though, he truly didn’t have to. Audrey’s smile formed, but it was subtle - made even harder to see in the darkness that shrouded them. “You didn’t have to,” she spoke softly, making sure he would gather that she appreciated it, regardless. “I would have enjoyed a quiet walk to Hogsmeade just as much as almost getting bludgeoned to death by the whomping willow.”<br/><br/>When he pushed off of the wall and neared her again, she wet her lips with a quick flick of her tongue, perhaps out of habit, or perhaps out of wishful thinking. As his hands settled against her hips, she looked up into his eyes and admired the near black color of them. They were so dark, they reminded her of black coffee; two mugs full. Her back dipped and her hips angled closer to his. He continued to speak, but in their close proximity, it was becoming harder for Audrey to pay attention. She was already getting dizzy, especially as the adrenaline started to fade.<br/><br/>Then he tugged her a little closer and mentioned stealing another kiss before she polished his door handle. Audrey’s brows quirked, but she went along with it. “I think it could use a spit shine.” Between the two of them with all of their awkward phrasing and missed marks, it was no wonder they had gravitated toward each other. Yet, anyone who may have been eavesdropping likely would have been concerned for their sanity. Well, serves them right for sneaking a listen into a conversation that was none of their business in the first place.<br/><br/>Derek pulled her closer, and she had no intention of fighting him. In fact, it sent an entirely different kind of rush to flow through her, when he took control. To say that she liked it would be a severe understatement. Audrey’s hands reached out for Derek’s chest, her fingers clamping loosely onto his shirt, while his hand became tangled in her dark locks. His lips touched hers gently, zapping her insides with another shocking current. He deepened the kiss and Audrey’s mouth mirrored his, her lips parting wider, her head tilting further and her tongue wrestling with his lovingly. His groan seeped into her mouth and caused Audrey to murmur her pleasure. “Mmmn.”<br/><br/>When their kiss ended, because they both required more air into their lungs, Derek whispered that she was beautiful. Audrey’s smile was a rare one, in that moment. She looked flattered and almost bashful. The faint blush on her cheeks only helped create such an image. Audrey’s hands slid down his chest before falling away from his torso altogether. A nervous sort of chuckle bubbled out of her, throatily. But, surprisingly, she didn’t seem to have a thing to say. For the first time, Derek had left her speechless. Audrey chewed on the inner corner of her cheek, hopeful that this was just the first of many times to come.<br/><br/>Audrey followed him to the door, grasping his hand as they made their way there. His suggestion to use this place for anyone on her shit list was met with a grin of appreciation. “And miss the satisfaction of stabbing pins through my voodoo dolls?” She rhetorically asked, smirking. When he requested that she not kill him, Audrey belted out a laugh. “Please don’t ever give me a reason to.” With that settled, they took off to their next location.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>They walked hand in hand to their next destination, though Derek gave little away until they arrived at the tallest building in all of Hogsmeade. The town used to be considered sleepy, but after some renovations and a few upgrades that made it more appealing to a younger crowd, it was on the verge of becoming a bustling tourist town. The tallest building was like a skyscraper standing in a cornfield. It stuck out like a sore thumb, but there were plans to make many more just like it, and with the benefit of magic, it could be done without really having to change Hogsmeade and its sleepy appearance all that much.<br/><br/>Derek plugged a code in, then led her down a hallway and used his key to open a door that led to an enormous palace of a place. It felt like a museum to Audrey - everything was so pristine and extravagant. It seemed like a place that had all sorts of alarms and priceless possessions. Audrey tucked her arms at her sides, suddenly afraid of accidentally touching anything, in case she managed to break it. Though, the urge to find something to steal was really strong. But, she tried her best to behave, knowing that Derek had brought her here for a specific reason. She looked to him again, a bit of concern etched onto her face. He seemed like he was holding his breath.<br/><br/>This was Derek’s Hell, he informed her. Audrey released a small breath. Derek took a while to loosen up enough to explain that he didn’t feel like he belonged. Like the rest of his family were meant to be there, but he was the one who didn’t fit. He explained that it was torture to live with them, to be a part of his own family. Audrey’s head lowered as she let his words sink in. A few beats of her heart later, she stepped closer to Derek, but despite her attempts, kept her head lowered.<br/><br/>“I know what you mean. Like, my dad never… wanted to be a part of my life.” She glanced at Derek, just to gauge his expression, before her gaze fell away again. “He didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I couldn’t even really ask my mom about him. Talking about him just made her upset. She kept every detail about him from me so that I literally couldn’t go out and look for him someday. But, honestly? I don’t want to.” She shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head, her slightly wavy, dark locks, bouncing as she did. “If he doesn’t want to be in my life, then I don’t want to be in his.”<br/><br/>She reached out for Derek’s hands, fitting hers with his so that her fingers laced between his. “You don’t have to fit in with your family.” Her head tilted to the side as she finally forced herself to meet his gaze. “And besides, I like you better because you’re an outsider.” Audrey glanced behind her at the ornate decorations, then shook her head at them. “You don’t need any of this. This isn't who you are. You’re not defined by any of this. It’s all… bullshit.”<br/><br/>Audrey leaned in, pressing onto the tips of her toes to extend herself high enough to press her lips against his, lightly. When she leaned back again, she smiled darkly. “Besides, if you were anything like your family… I wouldn’t be here with you. You’d be calling me a mudblood to my face and fantasizing about me naked in the shower, hoping your pretentious family never found out.” She shook her head faintly. “That’s not what I want,” she whispered into his ear, her hot breath cascading over his ear and along his neck.