<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/>Still caught somewhere between groggy and awake, Grace was a bit slow to react to Corey’s joke - at least it better have been a joke! - about how he bought a bunch of sweets and then ate them all himself. “You didn’t!” She gasped in horror, her jaw hanging and eyes wide. After flailing with her arms and the sleeves of the robe, narrowly missing Corey in the process, she regarded him once more with puffed out cheeks. “I am not a klutz!” She insisted, though she clearly had no leg to stand in with such a statement. “And yes, I did take a nap, which always makes me hungry!” She spelled it out for him, stating it like the fact was as simple as ‘the wand picks the wizard.’<br/><br/>“So a sweet or two would’ve been nice,” she carried on, using her best guilt-trip-tone, though coming out of her mouth, it hardly sounded that way. Grace watched as Corey pulled his robe over himself. “Huh, that’s curious.” She leaned a bit closer, tugging on the fabric. “Yours is too tight and mine is too loose.” After blinking a few times, she pointed from herself, to Corey. “Did we accidentally swap robes last year? Like, you might’ve picked up mine and I might’ve picked up yours - on the train ride back to London?” She leaned in a little further, pressing her nose against the collar of Corey’s robe and taking a deep sniff.<br/><br/>“Mmm,” she pulled back again, almost lost in the scent of her own perfume for a moment, which still lingered on the robe. “Wait! That<em>is</em>mine!” She then sniffed the robe that she wore and was struck by the immediate aroma of Corey. “Odd,” she whispered, shuffling the robe off and draping it over an arm, before tugging Corey’s robe off of him. She handed Corey his proper robe and took hers back. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you did that on purpose to play a trick on me!” She almost scolded, before noticing that others were starting to leave the train.<br/><br/>“Oh, bugger. We don’t want to be late!” She glanced at him as he fumbled with the robe. “Come on, then!” She insisted, tugging him along with her arm locked around his - as was the customary way that she dragged him places. With her guidance, Grace led Corey off the train and headed toward the boats, rushing practically the entire way there, racing to the head of the line of her fellow students, and positively bristling with excitement.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>