<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Grace_Gryff_7.jpg)</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/2015/09/P9250243.jpg)<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>: Saturday, 2 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Midmorning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gryffindor Dorm -> Empty Classroom<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Delivering on promises<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Flume - Say It (Feat. Tove Lo) Illenium Remix (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80AlC3LaPqQ&list=RDDvtj4fzSkiw&index=5)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Corey<br/><hr/><br/>Because she was unable to get very much sleep last night, what with all of the tossing, turning, and sexy dreams she was having that kept waking her up, Grace had overslept on that Saturday morning. Normally, she would have been early enough to meet Corey in the great hall, so that they could eat breakfast together, as per their usual routine. However, on this particular day, when she woke up and checked the time, she knew she had likely missed him. Unless of course, he had just as much trouble getting to bed last night as she did.<br/><br/>After getting herself ready for the day and deciding that she was feeling more like a platinum than a lavender, Grace was about to head out when she checked herself over in the mirror. Her hair was changed with a flick of her wand and a spell she had memorized by then. She wore a somewhat casual outfit, though some might consider black pleather pants as more formal attire. The bottoms were paired with a cream colored sweater, with a loose turtleneck collar, and stylish black boots that gave her an extra three inches or so.<br/><br/>Just as she pursed her lips together to ensure that her gloss was still in tact, an unidentified flying object nearly collided with her head. She fumbled the folded paper in her hands, dropping it not once, not twice, but three times, before actually scraping it off the desk and looking down at it. “Bugger, who’d have thought you would be so hard to catch?” She asked of the paper owl, as if it could reply back to her. With a small sigh and a shake of her head, she unfolded the paper note and read it quickly, realizing straight away that it was from Corey. A huge, bashful grin, spread over her features.<br/><br/>He wrote of the classroom that he had found near Ravenclaw tower, where he apparently was right now - waiting for her. “Oh?” She questioned aloud, her head tilting and lids narrowing in curiosity. “Oh!” She finally squeaked, once the realization actually hit her. After a moment of reminding herself about their conversation from the previous night, she realized that this was it. The moment they had been planning. The time when they would go even further. As far as possible, in fact! Grace was out of breath just thinking about it, continuing to blink down at the note which conveniently had some directions on it.<br/><br/>How thoughtful, she mused. Even though this was her second year at Hogwarts, it wasn’t difficult to see how Grace could still be getting lost every now and again. The castle was huge, and with the staircases always moving about, there was never any guarantee that she would wind up where she had planned to go. “Right, I’d better go, then,” she convinced herself, gathering her maple brown handbag and sticking the note inside of it… for safekeeping, naturally. After that, she escaped the tunnel and left the Hufflepuff commons to head for the proper classroom.<br/><br/>It was only about ten minutes later that she found herself standing outside of the unmarked door. It must have been the correct one. Taking a moment to straighten out her sweater and fluff up her hair, she sighed aloud, then tried the door and stepped inside. Corey was sitting in the middle of the room, atop two tables making a makeshift bed, with cushions and pillows resting atop it. Grace flushed immediately, closing the door behind her.<br/><br/>“Hi,” she murmured, then crossed the room and approached him, setting her bag down on a nearby, empty table. “So, this is it, I guess.” She carried on, leaning down to pick up a pillow which she examined closely. “We had better not use a black light on any of this,” she joked. Though, there was a world of truth in that thought.