<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>Front (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQlaBzuAdt5lq8QWdV_PFjL6lQu_W4Z_l07_6rPMzIQe707WIZa) and Back (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2071/2367/products/HTB1Gt2DSpXXXXbEaXXXq6xXFXXXP_large_4d9db588-c1a7-4e78-bf8a-8aa4ebf5cd9f_1024x1024.jpg?v=1501788242)<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>Nighttime<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gryffindor Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Unicorns don't need sleep<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Yuna - Lullabies (Remix) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsGiBwK4Ycc)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Corey<br/><hr/><br/>Even the romantically inept would be able to tell that their moment had been killed and buried.<em>‘Thanks Stephanie,’</em>Grace thought in her head. At least the mood was gone because of an outside factor, she supposed. It could have been made a lot worse if the issue was that Corey just couldn’t get aroused for her.<br/><br/>Thankfully - she flushed at the memory of it - Grace had nothing to worry about in that department. Corey was impressively hard during their steamy grinding session. Although it was a pity it hadn’t turned into more, at least there was that to reflect on whilst she would attempt to fall asleep that night.<br/><br/>He agreed that meeting in the future and planning out the semantics was probably for the best. However awkward it seemed to pencil in ‘sex’ on the calendar. Nevermind that part, though! Corey mentioned an empty room near Ravenclaw tower and Grace looked lost for a moment as she tried thinking of where it was.<br/><br/>Then Corey pulled her out of it when he offered to send her a note. “Right. Yes, a note.” She sat up a bit and smiled, drawing her legs back toward herself again. “So, tomorrow.” She started, not wanting to sound too eager. Even though she was. “Um, I’m free all day.” Grace shrugged a shoulder, as if that would make her sound nonchalant. It didn’t.<br/><br/>“So I’ll just… wait for your note, then.” She nodded, settling on that decision. “And we’ll just meet there…” Grace trailed off, her face growing a bit hotter by the second. Gulping audibly, she slowly raised from the couch and pulled her legs a little clumsily off of him. “Don’t worry, I won’t be wearing this next time,” she added before awkwardly moving away and stalling for more time, looking back at him until she walked straight into the tunnel door. “Oof!” She laughed at herself then waved at Corey and disappeared inside.<br/><br/>There was still one major problem, though. How was she supposed to sleep now?!<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>