<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ort2-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/96d157d0d1afd4e4da112b69870bb752/5D2256C2/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/52152214_378926632933612_7851172582649927419_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-ort2-2.cdninstagram.com)</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> Pictured with dark jeans and sneakers<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sturday, October 26th, early evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of Grace's Single Dorm<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Leaving for the party<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Corey was nervous.  Why was he nervous?  He had seen Grace plenty of times since the “Incident” in her room, and they had very successfully managed to never bring it up again.  Of course, immediately after they had through unspoken agreement not seen each other for a few days, it definitely took that long to wipe quite a few images from his head, but after that Corey (and he assumed Grace) had just found it easier to pretend it had never happened.  On his side, after all, it was hard enough to have a crush on your best friend and not let it show without the added stress of discussing exactly how they masturbated.<br/><br/>Starting to flush all over again, Corey for the one millionth time pushed that thought out of his head as he stood outside of Grace’s dorm.  For all that the Incident was behind them, Corey had not been inside this room since, so that must be where the nerves were coming from.  Of course, it could be the fact that they were attending a party filled with not just one, but three schools of people, which included a lot more guys to find Grace hot and girls to ignore Corey.  Or maybe the fact that said party was being thrown by Dior Damn Darley, who was not exactly in Corey’s social circle, to say the least.<br/><br/>Sighing deeply, Corey realized there was no help for it.  It wasn’t like he could never go into his best friends room ever again, and it wasn’t like they could miss the party.  Squaring his shoulders, Corey knocked twice on the door.  “Grace, it’s….uh….me.”<br/>