<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 had mostly managed to avoid paying too much attention to the music, but he did slightly shake his head as it turned off. Of all the things they ever discussed he was pretty sure he and Grace had wildly differing music tastes. Hers could've been a lot worse though. It was mostly Grace's own laughter that got Joey laughing, a lot more than her singing. Overall he always liked being around Grace. Good friends. She was one of the few girls he flirted with just as a friendly thing, knowing full well they were both looking for such different things. Even if her cute laugh and pretty hair almost made him consider behaving he knew it wasn't right for either of them.<br/><br/>"Never not much gyal." He replied. A painful twist on words, and it wasn't quite clear if he was saying he never didn't do much or doubting that she really wasn't doing much. "I do know you. Never a long ting." Although nowhere near as reckless as he was she was pretty outgoing and generally seemed to keep herself busy doing something fun one way or another, which Joey could appreciate. If there was a trait he couldn't stomach being around it was over-cautiousness.<br/><br/>As soon as he broke the handshake he nodded in response to her offer. "Safe." A quick word of thanks and approval and he'd swiped the nearest of the little leaf shaped cookies. The little faces on them were so damn cute he wondered how she had the patience to put anything like that together. In his case Joey's culinary skills had never graduated past the pot noodle. He'd been about ready to try it right away when she asked about his summer and Joey wasted no time even thinking about his reply before his mouth was moving.<br/><br/>"You know me fam. Mans smashed the summer back in the ends, down hackney way you know? Me and the mans livin' at tasty and the clubs." It was perhaps fortunate that 'tasty' was nowhere near as questionable a place as it might have sounded. Just a fried chicken shop near the street Joey had grown up on. "Mum still lady of her manors like always." He just kept going, once Joey got on a roll about home it tended to become a difficult to follow tale spinning from event to event. "Got the big plans again this year. You gonna be chasing mans when the wands are out." He grinned a little. "And creasin' up when books do." He was very well aware of his skills, and failings, and didn't mind joking at his own expense.<br/><br/>After blitzing through a few sentences he paused for a moment, both checking how well Grace had kept up with his stories and whether she was trying to get a word of her own in edgeways. The first few times they'd reunited after summer Joey's tale had lasted about ten minutes and he'd spoken half a dictionary. Albeit one of his own creation. Eventually he'd figured out nobody but mum back home could manage to keep up with that. Taking an interest of his own he returned the question. "Whas' your plans like?"