<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/Photo-02-02-2016-13-45-36.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> Girl's Uniform with strawberry red tie<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2nd September, 2019 | Late evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Kitchens | Gryffindor Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Spreading some fall cheer<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> 2NE1 - I Am The Best (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7_lSP8Vc3o&amp;list=RDj7_lSP8Vc3o&amp;start_radio=1)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Joey | (Mentioning: Corey)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Over the years, Grace had gotten accustomed to Joey’s roadman slang terminology, though it took her some time to learn and it was still possible for him to throw her off. In their first years, when the pair discovered that they enjoyed friendly flirting, Grace asked him time and time again to explain his words, so that she could learn them all. By their fifth years, it was evident that her practice had paid off. Though, admittedly, after a long summer break of not hearing Joey’s very unique way of speaking, Grace felt a bit rusty.<br/><br/>Wrinkling her nose at his first near riddle, Grace perked a precarious brow at him. There was slang verbiage, and the there was confusing wording. Never not much left her wondering if he was referring to himself or to her, but the platinum haired Gryffindor presumed it was in reference to herself. There was never nothing much going on, after all. Especially not for a Gryffindor student at Hogwarts castle. She nodded a slow, unsure nod, almost looking like she was simply bobbing her head along to some music that was no longer playing.<br/><br/>He followed up by saying ‘never a long ting,’ which she had to work to remember the meaning of, but in context, realized it referred to how there was never a dull moment in life. “Right.” She concurred, her nod solidifying all over again. Their handshake ended and Joey thanked her in his usual way, then stepped up to a tray of cookies, much to Grace’s delight. Her hands pressed together in front of her, fingers twiddling in anticipation over his first bite. But, then he launched into an answer to her question, pulling out all the old words.<br/><br/>Grace should have known to wait until his first bite before asking him anything that would allow him the chance to talk for any great length of time. She bit her lower lip, fighting back the urge to giggle about it. Most of what he said, she caught. It sounded like his summer was filled with the usual things - hanging out with Hackney friends at the clubs and a place called Tasty, he had told her about before, which was known for its fried chicken. He expressed that his mom was still the lady of the manor, not that either of them had expected that to change any time soon, then mentioned his plans for the year.<br/><br/>She smirked a bit when he grinned at her, commenting that she’d be chasing him once the wands were out and laughing at him once the books were open. “Tsk,” she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Joey,” she spoke his name like someone who was about to chastise him. “I do not laugh at you. I’m fairly certain that whenever I’m laughing, so are you.” Grace beamed a bit at that, reached over and gingerly pushed his arm. “You’ve not sussed me out as a villain, yet.” Another gentle chuckle passed from her lips. “There’s loads worse here, than me.”<br/><br/>Joey inquired about her own plans for the school year and Grace decided to lower herself onto the couch, draping one leg over the other and clutching a pillow against her for comfort. “Oh, we’ll see. I’ve not planned much out to be honest.” Her head tilted to the side and she gazed into the flames that continuously flickered and crackled in the fireplace. “Been thinking about the tournament but I’m not sure Corey’d let me do it.” She confessed, a very subtle coral hue stretching over the apples of her cheeks. Anyone who knew Grace would also know Corey, the two were practically attached at the hip most of the time - best friends - though most people besides Grace figured that at least one of them must have had feelings for the other.