<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> This instead (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/434033016172707842/555916412598747155/tumblr_pan8p5Y6xs1x7tz9zo9_250.png?width=221&amp;height=300)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sturday, October 26th, early evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grace's Single Dorm -&gt; Corey's Dorm<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Leaving for the party<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Well, it's not like I have ever BEEN to a Dior party, Grace…” Corey grumped as only best   friends could to one another.  He should have known she was going to be really picky about what he wore, and if he had known how really great she was going to look, he would have at least tried a little harder.  Just thinking about Grace in her sexy fitted dress had Corey starting to flush, so as he got his shirt fully up and over his head he too ended up with his mouth hanging open as he faced her, although his was because he stopped himself from speaking too suddenly.<br/><br/>Grace was<em>staring</em>at him, her perfectly pink lips opening and closing and Corey could not remember once in all the years he had known her that Grace looked so completely thunderstruck.  Turning to glance over his shoulder briefly, Corey would not have been at all surprised to find a boggart or a dementor standing there, but no, it really was HIM she was staring at like that.<br/><br/>“What…” He began, only to be cut off from speaking by Grace’s questions, which went from flattering to nearly insulting in no time flat.  “Uh….what?  Yeah…” He answered, straightening up and maybe only flexing his abs<em>a little</em>as he looked down at them.  “I mean, yes, those are abs?  My abs.  They aren’t….contoured, whatever that means.” Reaching down, Corey gave his firm stomach a poke.  Did she mean MAKE UP?  Like Corey was going to put make up on!  And on his stomach on the off chance someone got his shirt off?<br/><br/>“I...recently?  Like, in the last year I guess?” What a weird question.  Sure, Corey had not ALWAYS had the body he had now, and to be fair probably not the last time Grace had seen it, but she didn’t have to be so surprised about it did she?  “I mean, people do change Grace.  I guess...I got more fit over the summer.  You know, running around and all.”  For some reason, Corey found himself replaying that surprised look in Grace’s eyes, and he suddenly was not quite so anxious to put a shirt on.  Of course, that made him flush a deep red, which showed clearly on his face, neck AND chest, so he quickly grabbed the closest shirt Grace had picked, a slightly fitted black tee.<br/><br/>Pulling the shirt overhead, Corey quickly settled it over the rest of him, glad to finally cut down on the about of blush he was showing.  Grabbing a camel colored coat from his closet. Corey threw it around his shoulders, suddenly unable to ignore the fact that his dorm seemed really small and warm with just the two of them in it.  “So….um...how is this?”<br/>