<div class="floatleft">(https://ath.unileverservices.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/4/2017/08/platinum-silver-blonde-inthefrow.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> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/21/d0/4621d0e4a3d7e57ca603090a4c7fd473.jpg) (without sunglasses)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, 6th September, 2019 | Late evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grace's Private Single Dorm Room <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Don't hate the player, hate the game <br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Bruno Mars Parody - That Spidey Life (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKW7NSgiCFo)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Grace never stopped to consider how Corey might fill out a Spiderman suit. Probably because Spiderman was always the one superhero she hoped was actually real. Or maybe it was that from childhood, she convinced herself that he was actually real. Thinking about anyone in a Spidey suit, therefore, would just feel like someone doing a poor impression of her favorite superhero.<br/><br/>Corey mentioned that the costumes could be changed during gameplay, which made Grace groan at the same that he did, only for different reasons. “Well, then clearly, depending on the situation during story mode, I may have to change his outfit here and there.” Her smile was evident even as she spoke, like it could be felt in the words she chose. Already, she was anticipating that Corey might set a timer for her next time she felt the urge to change Spiderman’s clothes.<br/><br/>His comment about her outfit made her jaw drop open. She looked down to consider her own attire, then. “What d’you mean?” She questioned, sounding appalled. “This isn’t dressed up at all! I’m wearing<em>jeans,</em>Corey!” And she had a point, considering she normally wore something far flashier and dressier, even if she had plans to do nothing. It was a habit she had gotten into back before she started her fashion blog; always dress up, never dress down.<br/><br/>After a bit of a struggle and some complaints from Corey - who likely just didn’t want to get that song stuck in his head, and really, who could blame him - Grace passed the remote controller along to him. He joined her on the bed, seated at its edge and effortlessly controlling Spidey as he web-glided through the busy streets of Manhattan. When he revealed a tidbit about the game play, Grace gasped, reaching out to clutch Corey’s arm - which was bigger than she remembered it being last year - “Mary Jane parts!? You mean you get to play as MJ?!”<br/><br/>Suddenly bouncing on the bed in excitement, Grace released his arm, then sagely nodded to herself, and to Corey. “I’m sure I’ll be better at those.” As Corey swung Spiderman between skyscrapers, he leaned over, jabbing her shoulder with his as he playfully made fun of her affinity for weird comics. “They are not comics,” she corrected, glaring at him playfully. They had been over this about a million times. “They are graphic novels. Which reminds me, I found an old series recently that I just started re-reading. It’s adorable.”<br/><br/>Grace leaned back slightly, resting her hands behind her and folding one leg over the other, reclined as much as she could be on her bed. “It’s about this woman who works far too much. She’s got this boyfriend who is perfect on paper but quite boring. They seem to be missing a spark. She can’t quite be herself with him, like she has to always put on this act and be this perfect version of herself, you know?” She was getting carried away and shook her head to help herself focus.<br/><br/>“Anyway, one day, on her walk home from work, she spots a young man on the street, sitting in a cardboard box. It’s raining, and he seems to have fainted. So, she feels obligated to take care of him. She brings him to her apartment and gets him cleaned up and fed. She starts snooping about his personal life, his home, his family. But he’s lost everything. So, they decide to make an arrangement where he gets to stay with her, if he can keep quiet and not alert the landlord. Of course, one day, the landlord hears a commotion and goes to check. She says it’s a dog that she’s temporarily sitting. And from there, he decides to be her pet.” Grace grinned over at Corey.<br/><br/>“That sounds like the perfect situation. Why can’t I find a boy like that - who wants to be my dog, and lets me pet him while we cuddle together?” It might have been a rhetorical question. Then again, it might have been hard to grasp, since the story concept was exactly as Corey described - weird.