<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/67/62/b6/6762b6de28ab1f9d1d01bb14ce3c6c09.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> Joey Kingston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14706442#msg14706442)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 ½ inch | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> White Tank Top, Gym Shorts<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Hogwarts Gym | Just Leaving<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Working Out<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lethal Bizzle - Going to the Gym (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pTPHU2g4Ws)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza Campbell</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Joey paused, hearing the sound of the wolf whistle over his music. Looking one way then the other he caught Eliza's eyes, grinning when he realised the whistle was directed at him. His eyes raked over her, not feeling he owed any more subtlety than he got. Joey was a self confessed lover of woman's bodies, and he didn't tend to care much what form they took. A lot of others might be picky but Joey was more than happy to appreciate any ladies. It showed in his eyes, pausing at the stranger's chest and hips with a slight smirk. The ear bud by her chest drew his eyes, and he purposefully watched the way it bounced against her skin before eventually meeting her eyes.<br/><br/>He'd been about to speak up himself when he heard her do so first, immediately catching her Aussie accent as he paused the music in his ears. He'd been expecting she was from one of the other schools, but not that she'd be Australian. It only widened his grin, and it certainly explained how direct she'd been. He was fairly used to compliments, and a confident person, but it was still rare to be described as perfect. Sweet, in a very blunt manner. "'Course I can gyal." He replied, eyeing her up a little more as she approached. Joey had finally dropped his stretch, lightly shaking his arms out. A side effect of training his back, his biceps were similarly aching but looking as good as they ever did. He didn't make too much of a show of flexing, but he wasn't subtle either.<br/><br/>Joey couldn't help wondering where she was from. He couldn't imagine a girl like her fitting in with the image of either other school, and it drew up a level of curiosity. Not that it mattered a lot, ultimately, as she seemed like fun already. "Wagwan?" He asked, not yet used to figuring out which of the exchange students would understand his slang. He didn't have a clue what slang they used in Australia. Or the other schools, for that matter. Already his heavy London accent was out, and Joey slightly wished his tank top was less wet with sweat now he was being hit on in the corridor. Then again maybe she didn't mind that. Joey had heard all sorts of people listing off preferences that never seemed to end, and settled that you couldn't account for taste.