<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/>Seeing Corey again was like experiencing the cure for homesickness. Though he was neither part of her family nor her home, there was something about him - about them - that made her feel at home. Not the home she lived in with her mom, but a new, unique home, all their own. It was as if a missing piece had been replaced, connecting all of the other shards into making something whole again. Not that she could ever tell him as much. It was way too sappy and mushy and most certainly guaranteed that his reaction would be to actually vomit all over her.<br/><br/>She was rather fond of her outfit, as well.<br/><br/>And rather averse to vomit, on the whole, at that.<br/><br/>As if to prove her point, Corey followed her into the pod with a conspicuous swipe of his fingers against his pants. After ridding his digits of any residue from the lick of her tongue, he rebuked her for the lashing as well as her choice of location; apparently it amounted to a display of public indecency. Leave it to Grace to have little idea about constituted such a thing, and leave it to Corey to reprimand her for hardly ever recognizing it on her own. “Well I couldn’t have you wasting perfectly good chocolate, now could I?” She asked, rhetorically.<br/><br/>The answer was obviously NO. She could not have it. Therefore, she spared the chocolate from a most horrid fate.<br/><br/>Pulling him in for a squeezy sort of hug, Grace released him to take a seat and suggested that they swap their items. Thankfully, the puppy dog look was one Corey hardly ever denied. He nabbed the Snickers bar and placed the can of Coke very deliberately into her grasp, no doubt knowing full well that if he didn’t, she would have probably dropped it and spilled sugary syrup all along the seat. Happily, she took a sip, humming to herself in appreciation at the sweet taste. “I’m gonna miss these,” she confessed, offering Corey a knowing smirk.<br/><br/>To the question about her summer break, Grace folded one leg over the other and tilted her head to regard him, looking slightly guilty about something. “Well… I did get another tattoo.” She confessed, trying to keep a straight face, though her composure cracked quickly. “So I s’pose you can say that I bled.” A soft giggle escaped her as she shrugged a shoulder. “My mum and I travelled a bit. We visited New York in America. It was brilliant. I mean, we got lost loads of times. But it was fun.” Her lips pursed as she thought about anything to add about her summer.<br/><br/>“Tried to convince her it was time to get a puppy. But with me being away at school most of the year, she ruled it out.” Grace pouted for a moment. “I guess that’s alright though. I’d come back home to visit and the puppy would be all ‘who is this strange person with the weird hair?’” Her voice changed into what could only be described as an awful attempt at a Scooby Doo impression. But, it was enough to make herself laugh, at least.<br/><br/>“What about you? Any ink? A fun job? A girlfriend? Ooh, la la~” Her eyes seemed to twinkle at that final suggestion. Before he had time to respond though, she reached up and lightly brushed a piece of his hair away from his forehead, smiling warmly and brightly. “And not to fret, I’m already aware that you’ve been growing your hair out and getting taller and more fit. So, no need to include that.” It was true, Corey was definitely cuter. Hot? Perhaps not. Then again, would Grace ever see him that way? Perhaps Stephanie did because she wasn’t as close to Corey. Withdrawing her hand and twisting her body to face him better, she took another long sip of Coke, before wiggling her brows at him, expectantly, awaiting his reply.