<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Corey_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This compromise, until he has to change (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/af/6d/8daf6d4b1dbce2b3b00d860792b900bb.jpg)<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform 9¾ & Hogwarts Express<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Train Ride!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>OPEN - Grace<br/><hr/>Despite the fact that he was practically asking for his heart to be sent into his shoes for the millionth time when he started asking Grace about her plans and or history with the opposite sex, Corey could not stop from laughing along when she tried on her ill fitting timid look, and especially when she tried to tickle him.   “Whoa!  Steady on!”  Corey exclaimed, the bead of Coke splashing against his face giving him a vision of his last taste of the carbonated beverage ending up on the floor instead.   “I’ll have to take you over my knee if you spill that!” He continued, his mind unthinkingly conjuring a phrase he had heard his mother say a thousand times.<br/><br/>As Grace settled against him, Corey noted that she did seem a bit smaller to him than she did last year, and indeed they fitted together even better.  Figures.  As Grace continued, misunderstanding his comment about not being able to tell who he was interested in (OBVS) and instead thinking that he was criticizing her sense of smell, Corey simply went with it.  Explaining what he HAD meant would have opened all kinds of questions.  “Oh, I don’t know.  I mean, you tend to smell alright most of the time…” He said, leaning down to take a brief sniff of her hair before stopping suddenly.  “MOST of the time.”<br/><br/>Grinning as he knew what kind of reaction he’d get from that, Corey was nevertheless brought up short as Grace’s penchant for terrible phrasing struck once more as she asked for the candy bar.  Looking up at the ceiling of the train compartment, Corey sent a very sarcastic mental thanks to the powers that be for making this year so much easier on him.  “Here, take it all, Grace…” He replied, showing that he was not immune to speaking without thinking himself.  “I’ve had enough.”  Looking down, Corey guided the Snickers bar past Grace’s lips, mostly, unable to keep from squirming beneath her a bit.<br/>