<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/>Thinking about it even for a second, Corey had no trouble imagining Grace and her Mum being nearly wiped out by NYC cab drivers every time they had to try and cross one of the large streets there, even if all of his knowledge and experience was coming solely from the many movies he had watched starring the Big Apple.  Of course, half of those movies were probably about Gotham instead and he was getting them confused, but that was fine with him.   Laughing at the thought of Grace blotting a genuine slice of New York pizza with a napkin, she could be SUCH a girl sometimes, Corey allowed himself to drift into the fantasy of travelling to the US with her, if even for a moment.<br/><br/>“Yeah, that would be pretty great.  I’d love to see all of those things, and now you could show me around.”  Corey replied, his feelings torn right down the middle on how fun it would be to travel with Grace, and how very much he didn’t need another continent of guys around for her to ignore him for.  “No tattoos though!” Corey continued, briefly and lightly holding Grace’s wrist so he could see her newest addition.  “You of all people know what a good boy I am, and how I’d never do such a thing!” He joked, his voice very reminiscent of his mother’s, in what nearly amounted to an imitation.  “Unlike you, you heathen.”  He added, this time all Corey as he released her wrist and reached over to give her a playful poke in the ribs.<br/><br/>Smiling a little vaguely, Corey let the conversation on kissing toads and making them princes (that was frogs anyway) float right past him.  It was far too early in the year for him to start torturing himself by thinking on who, or what, Grace would be kissing, let alone princes in her future, and it wasn’t like he was the outlier here.   Who didn’t find toads to be the worst pet ever?  He was sure there were some nice ones or something, but over a pet that could fly or sneak around like a furry ninja?  What did they have going for them?  Instead, Corey took that time to blush a startling red as Grace leaned in very close for a sniff, and to tease him of course.<br/><br/>Unable to keep from closing his eyes for a second as her own flowery scent over took him, Corey’s eyes snapped back open just as she leaned back, his look very taking on a rather wry expression.  “Think so?  Something tells me that you might not be as good at figuring that stuff out as you think you are, Grace-y.”  Corey replied.<em>And that something is EXPERIENCE</em>he added mentally, making sure none of that showed on his face.  “How about you?  I am sure you have all kinds of boy plans for the year, or do you have some new Yankee pen pal?”  He asked, before he thought better of it.<br/><br/><em>So much for waiting to torture yourself, Corey.</em><br/>