<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Corey_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This compromise, until he has to change (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/af/6d/8daf6d4b1dbce2b3b00d860792b900bb.jpg)<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform 9¾ & Hogwarts Express<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Train Ride!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>OPEN - Grace<br/><hr/>Corey definitely thought it best to avoid any more of the conversation on chocolate and licking in general, despite how much certain parts of his body, including his heart, where telling him that maybe this was ALL he should be talking about.  Still, while maybe some good old fashioned flirting would be what it took to get Grace to see past him as her BFF, there always seemed to be some part of Corey that held him back, afraid to ruin what he had now.  Instead, he simply laughed before taking another bite of her candy (tempted to do so a little messily even).<br/><br/>Luckily, Grace’s summer plans wiped those thoughts from his mind for now, letting him concentrate on the fun and exciting things she had done, particularly compared to him.  “Bugger all, you went to New York!?  Oh, I wish we would have done something like that.  I’ve always wanted to see New York.  Is it as crazy as they say?  Did you see anyone famous?  Was the pizza really as good as they say?”  Corey asked, the questions coming rapid fire as he thought of all the things Grace would have gotten to see.  Then again, Corey was also just glad to see she’d had a good time, and made it back.  New York was supposed to be a dangerous place, and for Grace, just walking across a carpet could be dangerous at times.<br/><br/>On that note, Grace’s earlier comment came back to Corey, having been unceremoniously pushed aside by the thought of his wild haired friend in the Big Apple.  “Another one?  Really?”  He asked, scanning the few bits of exposed skin, looking for any visible ink.  “What did you get this time?  And where?  Or is it in a place you can’t talk about now that you are 18 and can pick any spot.”  He joked without thinking of how Grace might answer.  The whole tattoo thing had always fascinated Corey, partly because he knew he’d be committing suicide if he ever got one and his parents (Mother) found out.<br/><br/>Indeed, the more he thought about it, the best Corey thought he had best change the subject.  “A puppy?  Yeah, she is right though, you best wait until you are home more if you want it to be yours, not hers.  Still…” Grinning, Corey sat back up and leaned closer, as he was wont to do when he was getting into a plotting mood.  “Doesn’t mean you can’t take a look around at the pet shop in Hogsmeade this year.  Wait, is there one?  I hope so.  My parents said I could look at an owl or a cat this year, just no toads.”  Corey laughed.  He really wanted a real wizarding pet, and had been saving for a bit, which brought him to his own summer.<br/><br/>“Pfft, my summer was nowhere as good as yours!  Spent the whole thing lugging kegs around and sweeping up the pub.  As usual.” Corey replied.  His parents always kept Corey very busy during holidays.  For one, it saved them having to hire help, at least for part of the year.  On top of that, the more they kept Corey busy in the pub they owned, or at least under their watchful eyes, the more they could keep him out of at least a little trouble.  Not completely of course, they were realistic, but enough to perhaps to keep him away from anything serious.  Of course, at Grace’s teasing about a girlfriend, Corey turned beet red, which only compounded as she mentioned his growing physique and reached out for a strand of his unruly hair.<br/><br/>“No, Grace, no<em>girlfriend.</em>” He replied a little sourly.  “Bit hard to do when you smell of stale beer and all.  No, my best chance is at Hogwarts itself I am guessing…”  Corey went on, only SLIGHTLY hinting at his real thoughts.<br/><br/>