<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Corey_Gryff_5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Saturday Casual (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/filmguide/images/c/cc/TomHolland.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/250?cb=20171108061449)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Half-Blood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Thunderbird Feather, 10 inches<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor - Second<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 2 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Midmorning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gryffindor Dorm -> Abandoned Sexy Classroom<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Nervous<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Grace<br/><hr/><br/>Corey woke up that Saturday morning restless, despite having been in bed for more than the amount of time he usually allowed himself.  He had laid awake in his bed, staring up at the canopy in the dark above him, for quite some time after coming to bed, his mind replaying the erotic encounter with Grace over and over, which did nothing at all to calm the vigorous blood flow into his southern regions.  This of course did not make it any easier to sleep, and while those memories made it very tempting to take matters into his own hands, literally, the promise of what they had planned for the next day stopped him from going too far.<br/><br/>Up and out of bed earlier than normal, Corey took a cool shower in the dorms before making a quick pass through breakfast, happy for the first time ever to go through a meal without seeing Grace, and heading up into the Castle proper.<em>Was this really going to happen?</em>Corey asked himself mentally time and time again as he traversed hallways and staircases absently.  It all seemed like it could be a dream really, the way he and Grace had leaped over so many of the awkward conversations he had avoided forever and had simply GONE FOR IT.  Shifting uncomfortably after yet another staircase, was blue balls a real thing? - he might have to check, Corey realized he had to pass the grand staircases to make his way to Ravenclaw tower’s area.<br/><br/><em>Best make it fast</em>he thought, taking the stairs at a full run.  Unfortunately no sooner did he hit the staircases than they began to move.  “Noooo!” He railed as the stairs moved him from the most direct path, to one that would take him far out of the way.  “Bugger.” Corey muttered, waiting on the stairs a few seconds after they stopped, hoping vainly that they might move right back.  “Thanks, CASTLE.” He griped, finally taking the stairs and finishing his journey in a far longer time than he should have.<br/><br/>When he reached the unused classroom at last, Corey paused briefly at the door, and a good thing he did!  There were…..sounds coming from within, ones that clearly showed his wasn’t the only person who had heard about this room.  Blushing to the very tips of his ears, Corey skulked back down the hallway, praying his wasn’t heard.  Waiting what seemed like forever, Corey dozed in a deep window that doubled as a seat, until he was startled by a slamming door, and watched two rather mussed up looking Ravenclaws heading back towards their tower.  “Hmph.” He mused, dashing down the hall and into the room as soon as they were out of sight.<br/><br/>Once inside, Corey was glad to see the windows were already open, allowing the room some fresh if a little chilly air.  There wasn’t much to see of course in an unused room, some stacked chairs in the corner, and two conspicuously pushed together tables near the center of the room, with a bevy of mismatched seat cushions on top.  “Not very romantic, but its practice, right?”  He muttered to himself, fishing in his bag for his quill and a bit of parchment.  Rapidly scrawling a note, Corey folded it into a little origami owl, and sent it off to Grace before sitting down to wait.  He hoped she hadn’t changed her mind or something…<br/>