<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ort2-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/96d157d0d1afd4e4da112b69870bb752/5D2256C2/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/52152214_378926632933612_7851172582649927419_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-ort2-2.cdninstagram.com)</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> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14675375#msg14675375)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 5th year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10inches, Sycamore, Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pictured with dark jeans and sneakers<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sturday, October 26th, early evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grace's Single Dorm -&gt; Corey's Dorm<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Leaving for the party<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nervous as he was, Corey perhaps jumped a little too readily at hearing Grace’s offer for him to come in and help with the cupcakes.  Or at least, that was what Corey ASSUMED Grace was asking.  After all, far better than him, Grace knew how many people would probably be at this party, so she probably made a ton of treats.  Not that he exactly thought this was going to be a cupcake occasion knowing the Darley’s, but Grace was always Grace, which was his favorite thing about her.<br/><br/><em>Or at least one of my favorite things</em>, Corey thought as he stepped through the open door and his widening eyes took in Grace’s ensemble.  Now it was safe to say that Grace always looked good to him, in fact she dressed better than anyone he had ever met, but this dress was….next level.  Blinking rapidly, Corey took in the entire vision, from her leopard print shoes all the way to her lavender hair only stopping once he met her eyes at last.  “Wow Grace...you look amazing…” He said sincerely, only then noticing that he had frosting all over his chest when the last remaining cupcake fell to his feet with a plop.<br/><br/>“Oy! Er...what…?” Corey semi-asked, finally taking in the rest of the situation.  “Oh yeah, good thing about the cupcakes.  Not my shirt or…” Corey began, but just like things had never changed between them, Grace made her feelings on Corey’s attire QUITE clear and was off down the hall before he had his bearings straight.<br/><br/>“Hey now!” He replied, stepping quickly to keep up (and keep his eyes in appropriate places).  “It isn’t that bad!  You’ve liked this shirt before…” He went on, his feelings a little hurt, but not enough to consider not changing.  After all, if Grace said you weren’t properly dressed for an occasion, you weren’t.  Opening his dorm door for her, Corey let her head for his wardrobe while he went for his clothes hamper.    “I mean, you could have helped me before….before you cupcaked me…”  Corey went on, stripping off his shirt (https://66.media.tumblr.com/53cfd023d1c4033a33a30d79ddcdc7a4/tumblr_ossj15uprx1wu3svzo1_400.gif) as he turned to complain further while he waited for Grace to find something she deemed worthy.<br/>