<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 | Closed<br/><hr/><br/>After eating far more than her fill of dinner and dessert, Grace joked that Corey might have needed to carry her back to the common room. Just a joke because to be honest, she wasn’t certain that he could handle hoisting her up and walking her all the way to Gryffindor tower without incident. Sure, he had filled out a bit over the summer, but was he benching as much as she weighed, on a regular basis…?<br/><br/>Grace’s thoughts led her to take another, closer look at Corey, while they struggled to walk up the moving staircase. The blasted robes really had a way of concealing absolutely everything about a person’s figure or frame. Not that she was looking at Corey that way - just curious about sizing up his gains, was all. In making their way to the room, Grace fell slightly behind Corey, letting him lead the way through the picture frame, but not before waving at the woman who guarded the door.<br/><br/>Once in the familiar warmth of Gryffindor’s common room, Grace released a yawn, stretching herself out slightly as Corey meandered over to the boys dorms. He gestured up the steps as if to tell her he was too tuckered out to stay up any later. She waved to Corey and eventually made her way up the other steps, to the girls dorms. With a contented sigh, she reached her room. It was all just as she had remembered it; this was her second home, truly.<br/><br/>With that thought in mind, Grace smiled to herself and decided to change out of her clothes and into a pair of pajamas that best suited her personality; a rainbow unicorn onesie. It even had a tail and a hood with a horn attached! The other girls in her dormitory giggled at her as they readied themselves for bed and started chatting about boys. They compared their notes about which guys were looking much cuter since the previous year and which upperclassmen they still wanted to get to know a bit better.<br/><br/>“Well we all know who Grace’s favorite boy is…” One of the girls chirped.<br/><br/>“COREYYYYY~” They all seemed to sing in unison, as if it had been planned.<br/><br/>Grace felt her cheeks flush a bit, but managed a convincing eye roll and head shake. “He’s my best friend, ‘course he’s my favorite!” She tossed a few pillows at the girls, who were all huddled on one bed. After a bit of giggling, the girls quieted down and Grace made her way out. She padded down the hallway and then the stairs, figuring the warmth of the fire was just what she needed to lull her to sleep.<br/><br/>Only, what she was met with was not just the fireplace, but Corey as well. He really had uncanny timing - whenever he was mentioned, there he appeared! When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she grinned mischievously and dashed over to him, acting as if she hadn’t noticed he was even there, then took a seat on his lap. “Hmm, this couch feels a bit lumpy,” she continued with the charade, the fabric tail of her pajamas coiling around his side and tickling him there.<br/><br/>She finally turned to look down at him from over a shoulder. “Oh! Why, there’s a person on this couch!” Acting aghast was not something Grace was good at - in fact acting at all was not her forte - she always seemed to be overacting, which then made it too obvious. Grace beamed before standing up just enough, still bent over and looking to Corey, waiting for him to move. “Unless you’d like me to smother you, scooch!” She bossed him, grinning all the while. “Oh, and look at my tail!” With that, naturally, she gave her bottom a little shake, making the flimsy tail flail back and forth.<br/><br/>When he eventually made a bit of space, she plopped down beside him, kicking her legs up to curl them in front of her, knees bent and angled to the side, allowing her to face Corey. “Not quite sleepy enough for bed, are you? Neither am I. What can we do that’ll make us both tired?” She asked, a little too innocently.