<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/>The fact that Corey had laughed at her recanting of her summer trip to New York was not missed on Grace. In fact, just to pay him back, she kept right on talking, ignoring his laughter except for a feigned offended expression as she lightly shoved him by the arm. It would have been brilliant to take Corey along for a vacation, particularly to someplace as thrilling as the Big Apple. She could almost imagine the looks of awe and wonder on his face, but imagining them wasn’t nearly as fun as seeing them in person.<br/><br/>Grace chuckled at the idea that just because she had been to New York once, she could show Corey around like she would A) Remember the layout and B) Not get lost again. The subject quickly changed back to tattoos however, and Grace was cracking up once again, this time at Corey’s spot on impression of his mother. She gave him her best timid look, hoisting both of her hands up in front of her in surrender. “Yes, Mrs. Dwyer!” She droned in monotone. “I promise I won’t be the terrible influence you think I am and force your son under duress to permanently ink his skin.”<br/><br/>The ‘heathen’ line was what made Grace gasp at him, though he was quick with a poke to her ribs. “Ouch!” She gasped, then gaped at him. She’d wait for the moment when he hesitated, probably wondering if he had really hurt her, to strike. Both of her hands rapidly shot out to his underarms and started tickling him there. Unfortunately, she forgot about the Coke she was still holding in one of those hands, which caused a few beads of it to splash against their faces. “Oop!” She suddenly blurted out, only pulling away from him to carefully rest the can against the windowsill and wipe her face off carefully.<br/><br/>After talking toads and smelling nice, Grace wrinkled her nose at Corey’s remarks. “You think I can’t tell when something smells alright?” She questioned, narrowing her gaze upon him, as if skeptical of such an accusation. A moment later and he was suddenly asking about her romantic life. Not that there was much to tell this time. That much was probably signalled when she released a rather exaggerated sigh. “No penpals from America for me,” she confessed. “I had some lads ask me out on a date, but once I pointed out my mum they seemed less interested.” She chuckled at an unfortunate memory at a coffee shop. “One guy even asked if I was<em>legal</em>.” Her nose scrunched as she retold the story.<br/><br/>“Boy plans for the year?” She questioned, tilting her head, as if she hadn’t quite considered it herself. “I’d say my plans are to do something about this horrible dry spell, and soon.” She mused, grasping Corey’s hand in hers and guiding it over her head, then fitting herself against him, so that her cheek rested on his shoulder and his arm wrapped over her shoulder. “Why is it I can’t find someone as nice and sweet as you, Cor? Must be doing something wrong.” She muttered, her volume dropping to that of a whisper, since their distance had shrank considerably in the last minute. Her lashes fluttered to a close as she nuzzled against his shoulder briefly.<br/><br/>“Put it in my mouth, won’t you?” She asked after opening her mouth and realizing Corey hadn’t gotten the hint. “The Snickers bar. Let me have another bite. Please! Don’t think I’ve forgotten about it, we’re sharing, remember?”