<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>Open | Corey<br/><hr/><br/>Explaining magic to a muggle was a trying task in and of itself, but when that person was Grace’s mother, well, things became that much more complex. The woman wanted nothing to do with magic, though the reason why was unknown to Grace. Whenever the topic was brought up, it was immediately switched by none other than her mother. Possibly it had to do with her father, but since Grace barely knew the man, she couldn’t be sure of that.<br/><br/>Going into her second year at Hogwarts, Grace had learned her lesson the hard way about bringing her mother along to the Platform to say goodbye. Last year she had made that mistake. Back then, her mother had tried to convince her not to go, to attend a proper school near home and to stay with her, at their home - just as it had been for the entirety of her life.<br/><br/>Though it had been a difficult - if impossible - thing to explain away, Grace managed to pry herself from her mother last year, just in time to not miss the Hogwarts Express. Which may have been her mother’s plan all along. To a degree, she could understand. Without Grace, her mother was entirely alone. The only company she would keep was her grandmother, who was just as flabbergasted, if not more so, about magic.<br/><br/>Saying her farewells over breakfast that morning, Grace managed to leave the house and travel to London on her own. It was an hour and a half before she arrived, thankfully early enough that she hadn’t missed the train. During her last few moments with her phone, she decided to get her fill, checking through endless streams of social media and falling down several rabbit holes of YouTube videos.<br/><br/>Then, she shot Corey a text message, telling him to save her a seat if he had managed to get into a compartment before her, and promising to do the same if she beat him there. It wasn’t long before she arrived at the platform, giving herself a bit of a running start as she passed through platforms 9 and 10. It still left her in awe, though it was not her first time transitioning from the mundane, muggle world, to the lively, wizarding one.<br/><br/>After toting her effects to the proper place, she stepped onto the train and discarded her phone, which had already completely lost service. As she stuffed her phone away into her purse, Grace noticed a piece of candy she had stowed away and immediately grinned, pulling it out. She debated about waiting for Corey to share it with him, but after glancing around and not spotting him right away, she decided she had waited long enough, unwrapped the wrapping and took a bite.<br/><br/>“Corey!?” She called out, oblivious to the others around her who had jumped at her sudden outburst. “Corey, where are you?!” She continued to holler, walking along the halls and checking through compartments for any sign of him, wiping her mouth as she went, sure that some chocolate was staining the sides of her lips as she devoured that Snickers bar in hand.