<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/e1ac6f6d1d72585707139544c9b7c7f2/tumblr_neissmQCYv1swwx3co9_250.png)</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 V neck shirt, Jeans<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2nd September, 2019 | Late evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Kitchens | Gryffindor Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Saying hi to a friend<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Wiley Ft. Shakka - Certified (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiS1ZBgRjWM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Joey grinned and smirked, shaking his head at Grace. "Nah gyal. Nobody's good all the time. Just means you do bad tings behind closed doors." It was evident he found the suggestion more amusing than anything else, and he almost broke out laughing. He loved to joke about Grace's behaviour, but he didn't really think much of it. Or believe in the things he said in jest. It was fortunate that the speed he ate the cookie at made Grace join him laughing.<br/><br/>"See!" He exclaimed at her comment. "You know you're a smash. Always been fit." He complimented casually. Joey had never been one to be subtle about commenting on his attraction to Grace, just as he was equally open about being content if it never came to anything. Joey was always easygoing like that.<br/><br/>Joey mocked placing his hands on his hips, tensing up and putting a very seldom seen serious expression on his face. All an incredibly sarcastic response to Grace's feigned offence. "Now you listen to me young lady!" He replied, feigning a much more upper class accent. It was very evident that he wasn't very good at faking voices, and Joey almost fell about laughing at his own attempts. There wasn't a single moment that he took her own teasing seriously. It didn't take long before he abandoned the pose and chuckled when he was elbowed.<br/><br/>"Can ya' imagine the posh fucks cheerin' me on though gyal?" He questioned. There was a hint of seriousness to the joke. Joey was pretty sure there were more than a few around Hogwarts that didn't love the fact someone with an attitude like his who didn't even know the wizarding portion of his family had his knack for duelling. He couldn't argue with Grace that, in some ways, he might make a good champion. He had the athleticism. And he was pretty confident that if the entire tournament came down to a single duel he'd place well. But there was a lot of researching and effort that he didn't feel ready to put in.<br/><br/>One of the few things that was liable to get Joey fired up enough to try was the idea of proving those who'd doubted or mocked him wrong. Joey disliked comments about his father, and the source of his wand. When he was newer he'd let slip, and since then implications it might've come from a dark wizard or be, in some way, 'evil' had haunted him. And that was before certain people had even met him, and judged him for his overly laid back nature and attitude. Still he'd be happy enough if the winner was anyone but those few. When Grace got up he nodded in agreement, staying seated for a little while longer before he'd return to his own room.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>