<div class="floatleft">(http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/tom-holland/tom-holland-1506038045.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> 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> This instead (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/434033016172707842/555916412598747155/tumblr_pan8p5Y6xs1x7tz9zo9_250.png?width=221&amp;height=300)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sturday, October 26th, early evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Corey's Dorm<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Leaving for the party<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/>Whatever it took to snap Grace out of that dark spiral she had been heading towards, that was exactly what Corey was prepared to do.  It had always been that way, too.  This was not to say that Grace was overly emotional, at least not to Corey’s eyes, or that she was prone to melodrama.  It was just, well, that Corey was never the type to let as friend get themselves into a tizzy, not if he could help it, and with Grace….as in a lot of things, all of those feelings were amplified.<br/><br/>“Aw, come on.  Yow know me, always running off at the mouth.  Bound to happen that i get one right, but not this one.”  Corey mumbled around the huge bite of cupcake that he was still working himself through.   Whatever it was took, Grace as smiling again, and that was all it took for Corey to mirror her expression.   At her words about him not being able to handle it, well, what was the girl thinking?!  He grew UP in a bloody pub!  Opening his mouth to reply with something surely scathing, Corey was instead turned into a complete mute as Grace pressed her lithe body against him with purpose, and then proceeded to<em>lick his cheek</em>.<br/><br/>Stunned beyond belief, it did not seem as if Corey even had the wherewithal to blush, a fact compounded by all of the blood rushing south of the border in a decidedly hurried way.  “I...well….I no, I guess you couldn’t.”  Corey said at last, it taking every bit of his will power not to lift his hand to his cheek in something beyond amazement.  Watching as Grace started to move on, it took a second for Corey to remember how legs worked, and then he was quickly catching up.<br/><br/>“As for me not being able to handle<em>it</em>, well, I think you’d be in for a bit of a surprise!” Corey said grandly, amazed if Grace thought anything different.  And if she did, well, he’d just have to show her!  He couldn’t have this feeling of playing catch up all night, could he?  “Especially if you think a hothouse flower like you can out do me.”  He spoke in challenge, knowing just the type of things to say to get Grace going, should he choose.  As if to prove his point, Grace asked her next question and set his eyes to rolling.<br/><br/>“Oh, I am sure they do.  Assuming of course that you want to be known as the girl who ordered pumpkin juice at what was billed as the party of the year.” He teased.  “I am sure Dior would be merciful with that, and would definitely let you live it down.   How about instead we start with something small?  I don’t planning on making a fool of myself either.  They look like they are having a bit of fun over there.” Corey went on, pointing to where a group he didn’t know seemed to be having quite a time at the bar.<br/>