<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Grace_Gryff_5.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998471#msg13998471)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/InTheFrow-LFW1-Amber-Rose-Photography-34.jpg) - changing into dress robes during ride<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Vine | Fairy Wing | 9 ½ inches | Unyielding<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor | Second<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning (prior to 11)<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Come on ride the train! And ride it!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>The Middle - Zedd, Marrin Morris, Grey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNPN4tLlgxQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Corey | Open<br/><hr/><br/>Beaming, Grace nodded at Corey’s line of questioning about her summer trip to New York, catching on to the bit of envy woven into his breakneck barrage of inquiries. Once he asked his fourth question, she was grinning broadly and chuckling softly. “Are you quite finished? Can I answer, now?” She mockingly chided with a high perk of her brow. “Yes, New York! It was fantastic! I wish I could have brought you. It’s a shame we can’t apparate yet.” That thought seemed to sidetrack her for a moment, before she remembered that there were unanswered questions to address.<br/><br/>“Erm, crazy? Well it was very busy. There were people everywhere. Literally everywhere. The Taxi cab drivers were in such a mad rush, they barely paid attention to pedestrians crossing the street. I was nearly hit about three times!” She paused to emphasize, her face animatedly shifting into one of cartoonish horror. “Anyone famous? I’m not sure. People walk so quickly, you could spot someone and think it’s a celebrity, but you’ve got no time to be sure or to even ask! I thought I saw Carson Daly near the TRL building but then realized he’s not doing that show anymore.” Grace chuckled, only carrying on once that bit of laughter subsided.<br/><br/>“The pizza was huge!” She held up her hands, one still holding the Coke can, though it was tilted at enough of an angle to threaten spillage. But, Grace didn’t seem to notice. Her hands spanned apart to show him how enormous one slice was, holding them out about a foot apart, before dropping her hands again, resting the can against her lap. “And so greasy! I blotted my piece with a napkin but it barely made a difference.” Her head shook at that memory, a smile hinting at the edges of her lips. “My mum and I visited the Statue of Liberty and Strawberry Fields where that mosaic piece is that says ‘Imagine’ on it as a tribute to John Lennon.” She trailed off, hesitating to reach for her phone to show a picture to Corey, before remembering that the service was already cut.<br/><br/>When Corey recalled her confession about getting another tattoo, she nodded happily again. “Really! Another one. That’s six total.” She rested the Coke can on the seat beside her, nearly knocking it over after setting it down to reach for her sleeve. When Corey started asking about the location of the tattoo, she laughed a bubbly sound. “Why don’t I just show you?” She responded smartly, then pulled her sleeve back and held it up, showing him the abstract crown design on her inner right wrist. “It’s a crown design. I found one on the internet and added a bit of my own detail to it, so it’s unique.” Leaving her sleeve folded up in case he wanted to examine it closer, she folded one leg over the other and studied his expression as he took in the sight. Corey was already well aware of her other pieces of art; one below each ankle, one on her right bicep, another on her left inner forearm as well as the one that stretched from the nape of her neck to the space between her shoulder blades.<br/><br/>“I’m thinking of getting another one. We should get a matching tattoo!” Her face absolutely lit up at that idea, though she was sure Corey would never go for it. “I’d have loved to bring you to New York,” she remarked, remembering his comment about how much he’d have enjoyed something like that. Maybe one day, it would actually be possible.<br/><br/>Her expression soured slightly when Corey brought up the idea of a puppy once again, agreeing that it was probably not the best time to get one. “I know, but…” She started, only to cut herself off and pout. When he mentioned a pet shop at Hogsmeade and how he was looking into an owl or a cat, but definitely not a toad, she giggled. “What have you got against toads?” The question was playful, her elbow gently jabbing into his afterward. “You never know, you could kiss one and it’d turn into a prince!” After saying such a thing, she realized how it sounded and shook her head, still laughing. “I mean,<em>I</em>could. I suppose<em>you</em>couldn’t.” Because obviously, Corey was not looking for a prince.<br/><br/>“No harm in looking, right?” She shrugged a shoulder mischievously, giving him a sly look, as if they had just plotted something delightfully fun and slightly sneaky to do. “Still, puppies are superior pets.” When Corey got on about his summer, she took another sip of the drink, not surprised in the slightest to hear that Corey had spent his summer helping out at the bar, as per usual. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth in disappointment for him after she swallowed down her sip. “That’s wretched,” she sympathized with his lame summer.<br/><br/>After flitting with a bit of his hair and withdrawing her hand again, she adjusted her sleeve finally, tugging it back down to its proper place. He remarked with a bit of disdain that he had not gotten a girlfriend over the break. “Not<em>yet</em>!” She chimed in, interjecting before he finished his thought, mentioning that the stale beer smell which followed him around probably wasn’t helping. Grace took the opportunity to lean in a little closer, definitely over the line of personal space, and took in a smell of him. “You smell lovely to me.” She leaned back enough to grant him breathing room again and tilted her head, resting her chin against her knuckles, while her elbow perched upon her elevated knee. “Hogwarts, hm?” Her brows perked in intrigue. “Does that mean you’ve got your eyes set on someone in particular?” There was some sort of a hopeful tone in her question, but just then she smirked, knowing Corey’s face was probably hot with flushing. “Nevermind it, I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out soon enough.”