<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 always grinned a bit when Grace struggled with his words. At least she put the effort in to care, so he didn't feel the need to change up his manner of speaking around her. After five years at Hogwarts around very few others who spoke like he did he'd got used to dropping the slang when he had to. The little nod was sweet, in a way. After the roughness of his own neighbourhood over the summer he quite liked the time he spent relaxing with students like Grace.<br/><br/>The cookie was so close to his mouth it was almost painful when his eating was interrupted by an opportunity to playfully flirt with Grace. He'd already almost cracked up at the tongue click, and fought to keep it together after the way she said his name. He hadn't quite meant to suggest she'd laugh at him out of cruelty, but rather than noting that he chose to double down, while slightly switching direction. "Got'cha down as a quiet<em>bad</em>girl though." He winked. It was a rare day when Joey missed an easy shot like that, and he knew Grace didn't mind. He'd been surprised any time she shot back, but he liked it. Obviously Joey didn't think Grace was really a bad person at all, but he liked to suggest she couldn't be quite as wholesome as she appeared on the surface.<br/><br/>Joey kept his eyes on her but finally took the opportunity to bite into the cookie. It was pretty much perfect in his book, as usual. Grace was in close contention with Joey's mum for the best baker he knew, although he was always going to back his mother. Rather than making a comment he paid the ultimate compliment of making sure the cookie barely lasted a few seconds, disappearing behind a grin of approval. Once there was nothing left he gave a nod of approval. "Smashed it again." He was quietly concerned that if she didn't her enough compliments about her baking the cookie well might dry up.<br/><br/>Approaching Joey settled onto the couch beside her, making sure to give her plenty of space despite his broad shoulders. His eyes drifted closed as he relaxed into the comfortable spot. It was funny to think how many times he'd relaxed in the Gryffindor common room now. Both his hands raised up to enjoy the warmth the fire brought. "Bet you got it more planned out than me." He noted, feeling pretty sure his vague ideas of success was far less quantified than Grace's aims would be.<br/><br/>It was Joey's turn to raise an eyebrow when she suggested Corey wouldn't let her enter the tournament. "Nah fam." He responded in a heartbeat, eyes opening and head shaking. "He ain't wet like that. My guy ain't ever gonna violate ya' ting." It was evident that the more emotionally invested Joey was in the situation the more his slang increased. He knew Corey well enough, having spent five years in the same house and year. And he knew Corey wouldn't ever ruin something Grace wanted to do. The two were almost glued together. In fact besides flirting casually Joey spent a fair bit of time teasing Grace about why she hadn't admitted things about Corey.<br/><br/>"Don't make excuses gyal." He pointed out. He didn't like the idea she might stop herself doing something she'd excel at because of the imagined words of another. And he was so sure that Corey would be encouraging. "If you go scrap you know man'll be gassed up fightin' ya corner." He grinned. "An' I'mma be right there too, hyping you both up. Joey often felt like he made a better motivator for others than himself. He was quietly fairly sure someone'd end up turning his encouragement on him and question why he wasn't competing himself. Joey knew he'd have a great deal of struggle putting the effort in to push himself. Maybe he'd find a way to try this year.