<div class="floatleft">(https://ath.unileverservices.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/4/2017/08/platinum-silver-blonde-inthefrow.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> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/21/d0/4621d0e4a3d7e57ca603090a4c7fd473.jpg) (without sunglasses)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, 6th September, 2019 | Late evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grace's Private Single Dorm Room <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Don't hate the player, hate the game <br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Bruno Mars Parody - That Spidey Life (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKW7NSgiCFo)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>“That’s a good motto, Core.” Grace grinned at him, her giggle a soft hum. It was an expression that reminded her of muggle life, a bit. Life before she realized that magic existed, before she knew that she was actually a witch. Tucking a few strands of her platinum hair behind her ear, Grace shifted herself on the bed and sat up a bit straighter, focusing on the gameplay in front of them. “And it’s a good thing, otherwise I’d be beating you so sore.” She grinned, maintaining that if they were playing Mario Party, she would hands down, most definitely, win.<br/><br/>“If we ever do get to play, by the way, I always play as Peach.” There was no real reason for Grace to point this fact out to Corey, but she felt the need to, regardless. As Corey gave her grief about how new her controller felt, Grace couldn’t keep from rolling her eyes, which nearly made Spiderman go tumbling straight into the pavement of the busy street below. “Oh, bugger!” Grace shouted, far too loudly, before flinching painfully, her thumbs overextending to make up for her lack of focus, overcompensating in the interim.<br/><br/>“Corey!” She whined his name. “Don’t do that!” Naturally, she had to blame him for her lack of concentration. After all, whose fault was it that her eyes rolled? Corey tried reasoning through the summary of Tramps Like Us that she gave him, which only made Grace shake her head at him again. “Loads of apartments are like that-” Grace began, interrupting Corey to say as much, and glancing over at him long enough that she thought to pause the game. That was when Corey leaned back and his hand bumped into something that was most definitely not a lump in her sheets. “Wait!” She tried, but it was too late by then.<br/><br/>Her bright purple Jack Rabbit vibrator (https://www.satisfaction.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/Petite-Jack-Rabbit-Vibrator-Purple.jpg) suddenly turned on, switching to one of the very loud vibration settings, making Corey jump practically out of his skin, whilst turning as white as a sheet. He shouted at the buzzing sound, which scared him half to death, making him leap quite literally off of her bed, causing popcorn to spray all over, like a geyser.<br/><br/>Grace was certain her makeup couldn’t cover just how red her face was becoming. Yet, all she could do was stare at Corey, gaping at him with an open mouth and wide eyes. She was paralyzed by mortification. Though Corey was likely just as embarrassed, or more so - considering he thought a vibrator was a snake about to strike him dead - Grace was completely frozen for the moment. Finally, after all of the buttery popcorn landed on the ground and the vibration sound became background noise, Corey split the silence.<br/><br/>‘Oh.’ He murmured. ‘OH.’ As if the realization hitting him could make him any more humiliated than he already was. Grace dove across the bed, the controller falling out of her hand and against her tangled sheets, as her hands went for the vibrator, pushing the button at the base of it a few times, which made it go through a whole series of different types of vibrations, before it shut off. “Oh. My. God.” She shakily whispered, shoving a pillow on top of the sex toy, as if that made it disappear.<br/><br/>Suddenly shooting up and off the bed, Grace struggled to look at Corey at all. “Oh my god! It’s getting late. You should go. Because. Er, before… curfew.” Grace stammered through her words, knowing they were nowhere near curfew, but unable to think of any other reason to get Corey out of her room, so that she could be embarrassed in private. “I’ll practice my Spidey moves, I promise!” She ushered him along, practically pushing him out of her bedroom, even shoving the rest of the popcorn bowl into his arms to distract and occupy him.<br/><br/>“Don’t worry, I promise not to eat all these cookies by myself. Goodnight, Corey!” Grace all but forced her door closed, then promptly ran back to her bed, fell on top of it with her face firmly planted within the pillow, where she released a muffled string of disconcerting sounds.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>