<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/>Grace giggled at her own clumsiness, swiping that bead of Coke from Corey’s cheek without much thought. After carefully setting the can down against the windowsill, she gasped animatedly at Corey’s words. “You’ll take me over your knee and do what, exactly?” Her brows were raised pointedly, but also curiously, being a child who never remembered being spanked by her mom. Her laughter rang out afterward, likely saving him from having to actually answer.<br/><br/>When the quiet settled around them again - well, as quiet as it could hope to get with the two of them together, anyway - Grace leaned on Corey and felt her eyelids growing heavy. She was oblivious about what piece of their conversation she had misunderstood. But, Corey played along anyway, claiming that she smelled alright most of the time. Grace scoffed, keeping a smirk on her face as she replied in a mutter. “‘Least I smell better than you. All the time.”<br/><br/>A few chuckles streamed forth afterward, though the slap on the arm that Corey may have been expecting didn’t happen. She was too comfortable leaned up against him and didn’t much want to ruin that. Though he deserved it! Instead, she opted for another bite of the candy bar, prompting Corey to give her a bit. Her mouth opened in expectation as Corey remarked that she could have it all, claiming to have eaten his share already. “Really?” She questioned, eyeing him from below, before he guided the end of the half-eaten bar to her mouth.<br/><br/>She reached up and took hold of the wrapped end, then snapped off a small bite and folded the remaining wrapping paper around the edge. “Best save it for later, then.” She advised, placing it behind her on the seat. Hopefully she wouldn’t forget about it later and wind up staining chocolate all over her outfit.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Grace fell asleep shortly thereafter, using the nook between Corey’s shoulder and neck as her personal pillow. The gentle ride lulled her into a light slumber, just enough to doze off and get lost for a while. Or so she thought. By the time the commotion around them coming from other compartments roused her, she blinked herself awake and looked out the window, only to discover that they were just about to pull up at Hogsmeade station.<br/><br/>“Aww,” she whined, turning round to look at Corey. “I missed the snack trolley?” She disappointedly asked, though the answer was obvious already. “Did you get me anything?” Grace almost teased, before leaning over and reaching for the Coke, taking a swig of it, then offering the can to Corey, before standing up and tripping over her own shoes. Thankfully her hands reached out for the window and she caught herself, keeping from falling and shattering an ankle in those heels she wore.<br/><br/>“Whoop!” She exclaimed, then steadied herself, grabbing her purse and pulling the black, cloak-like robe out of it. “Better get changed. Looks like we’re about there.” Taking her own advice, she eased her purse off and shrugged the cloak on, then held her arms up as if to examine them. “Hm…” The sleeves seemed longer than she remembered. Perhaps a trip to the tailor was in order.