<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c3/a4/60/c3a460f0ca6b900bca7a140fe7fe2208.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> Relaxed (http://i.imgur.com/j06MR9y.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, Sept 6th, late evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grace's Single Dorm<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Gaming time<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Spidey-Time (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sflfp-C0MxY)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace - Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/>“Better late than never, that’s my motto…”  Corey replied, his voice just this side of a groan.  Boy, was THAT ever true.  Although, at the rate he was going with Grace, it was looking a lot more like ‘never’ than it ever was with ‘late’.   The truth was, they were really good friends, and even though Corey felt like he saw a lot more in Grace than that, he was pretty sure that she did NOT feel anything more for him than a good friend.  While that made it hard to watch her date jerks, and anyone she dated was instantly in that category, the fact was their friendship was too good to give up just like it was too good to risk.<br/><br/>“The MJ parts are still a game you know.  They aren’t<em>Mario Party</em>...” Corey scoffed, bringing up once again their old yarn about how if they would just play that game, then Grace was sure to defeat him.  She might outdo him in a LOT of ways, even Corey knew to admit that, but video games was never going to be one of them.  “So you better get all the practice you can.  I mean, seriously, that is the newest feeling controller I have ever felt that wasn’t right out of the box…” Corey laughed, putting aside his earlier thoughts for the tried and true method of teasing Grace.<br/><br/>Watching Grace take over, Corey shook his head at her rendition of this new/old comic she was reading.  It still didn’t make any sense to him.   “Wait, so she can have pets but not another person?  That seems strange to me.  Is it because it’s one bedroom?  That’s one reason why she wouldn’t want to tell her boyfrie…..” As he spoke, Corey leaned back in perfect imitation to the way Grace had earlier, his arms going behind him without looking, something that turned out to be very risky on Grace’s mess of a bed.<br/><br/>No sooner did Corey’s hand land on something too hard to be a fold in Grace’s blankets, than he felt it roll beneath his hand and begin angrily buzzing at him.  “WHAT THE HELL?!” Corey exclaimed, loud enough to be heard two doors away, as he leaped off Grace’s bed in a sudden motion that sent popcorn flying across the floor.  Terrified of snakes above all other things, Corey’s mind conjured a vision of some poisonous rattler beneath Grace’s sheets, and while he wanted nothing more than to flee down the hall, he was not going to leave Grace along with some angry viper.<br/><br/>Drawing his wand in a flash, Corey grabbed the blankets and threw them aside as he prepared to blast the damned thing into next year.  Grace would just have to get a new bed.  Looking down though, what Corey saw was not a snake at all.  Well, not exactly.  Blinking in what was first befuddlement and then mortification,  Corey very quickly turned a shade of red normally reserved for beets.  “Oh.”  He said, lowering his wand, although in that moment he absolutely could not face Grace.  “OH.”<br/>