<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/><br/>Corey was not as 'lucky' as a lot of other students boarding the train that day, in the regard that his parents did not simply drop him off and skedaddle.  Nope, despite this being his second year, and all 'old hat' as he called it, his burly father and slim but intense mother were determined to see him on the train and off to school once more.<br/><br/>"I still can't believe that is what you picked to wear, and for the the first day of school nonetheless! Corey's mother complained for at least the fourth time that morning, her tone only growing more despondant as she saw some of the rich, pureblood folks in their showy get-ups.<br/><br/>"It has a jacket, Ma.  Besides, the train will barely be out of the station, and we'll be all dressed alike in robes and such anyway.  Best to be comfortable while I still can."  Corey replied, his tone that of a long suffering teenager, forced to explain the most basic things in life to his clueless parents, which in his mind, he was.   Of course, no sooner than that tone left his mouth than his Father was clapping him on the back of the head.  "Watch yer tone.  Don't want to talk to yer mother like that before you leave, do ya?"<br/><br/>His Father was right of course, and soon enough is was all hugs, tears (his mother), brutal slaps on the back (his father), and a usual mixture of admonishments to stay out of trouble this year (blithely ignored) and well-wishes.  Promising his parents that his grades would be MUCH better this year, Corey finally left them with one more hug each, before climbing on the train and looking for a compartment open on the FAR side.  He could get a little sentimental at times, and watching his Ma looking all teary as she left the platform might make him misty.   Besides, he had a different female in mind, pretty much from the moment that he woke that morning.<br/><br/>Ever since she had texted him earlier, Corey had wondered what Grace had been up to all summer, and deep down in a little place he rarely let see the light of day, he wondered if this year would be different.   A housemate of his, and in the same year, Grace and Corey spent a lot of time together, doing schoolwork and goofing off.  Of course, for all the time that they spent in each others company, Corey knew without a shadow of a doubt, that he was a clear resident in the dreaded<strong><em>Friendzone</em></strong>.  Hell, with the luck he had since coming to Hoggies, he might just be the Mayor.  Moving quickly down the aisle, Corey decided to find an empty compartment first, since he had zero idea what Grace's hair color would be, and it made her tough to find at times.<br/><br/>Managing to snag an empty compartment, Corey had barely managed to settle in with his things and had just cracked open a can of coke (it would be a long while before he got another taste of that Muggle deliciousness), when he heard a very familiar voice shouting from a few compartments down.  Standing up, Corey stepped out to lean against the window across the aisle from his compartment, his smile wide at his first sight of Grace in months.<em>Purple.  I should have guessed.</em>He thought, although he kept that bit to himself.  "Subtle as ever I see, Gracie." He called out once she noted him standing there, his London accent thick after running around the city for months.  "You know you've got chocolate on your face, right?"  He added, the hand not holding the coke twitching at his side in temptation to wipe said treat off.