<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Corey_Gryff_5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Saturday Casual (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/filmguide/images/c/cc/TomHolland.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/250?cb=20171108061449)<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>: Saturday, 2 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Midmorning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Abandoned Sexy Classroom<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Nervous<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Grace<br/><hr/>It was perhaps the longest ten minutes or so of Corey’s life, as his body warred with overwhelming excitement and with absolute terror, both liberally mixed with the very real fear that either someone else was going to show up for the room, or that Grace would have changed her mind.  She would have sent him a note though, right?  They had been friends for a really long time, and while Grace could be clumsy and a little flighty, but she was never mean or thoughtless.  No, she would send a note, and it would have been here by now.   Maybe...his never found her?<br/><br/>Panicked, Corey was just about to jump off the tables to go look for her when the door opened, and Grace let herself in before closing the door behind.  ‘Of course she would look amazing’ Corey thought, his eyes wide as he took her in, his face at that moment revealing that this just might not be as casual an encounter as he was saying.  ‘Oh god, are those LEATHER pants…’ he noted, already feeling that tightening in his lower belly before he was able to shake his head and regain his composure, watching as she slowly drew closer.<br/><br/>“Um, hey.” He said at last, wondering why it was suddenly so difficult to talk to his best friend.  Oh right, because he was going to have SEX WITH HER.  Coughing at the thought, the sound quickly turned into a laugh at Grace’s joke, although he quickly whipped his hand up off the pillows beside him.  “Ugh!  I hope you aren’t right!  I figured people hit this place with a Scouring charming before they left.   Ew.”  Sliding forward, Corey came off the table to stand beside her, clearly feeling a little awkward, which was saying something because he was feeling VERY awkward.<br/><br/>“Um, if you’d rather not we could find somewhere else or something…” Corey offered, cringing internally at the sound of his own voice.  It was only supposed to be practice, right, but even still he didn’t want it in a place that made Grace feel gross. It was totally crazy, knowing someone for years, but suddenly having no idea what they wanted in such an important area of their lives.   “Otherwise, we don’t have to totally, you know…” He said, tugging at his clothes, weirdly unable to say ‘strip’ or ‘get naked’.<br/>