<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6M6FzTb.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ac/35/29/ac3529fc1dfe1d5f288c61965948827d.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Art Studio  <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Creative juices are flowing<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Psy - Gentleman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASO_zypdnsQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Expecting Hayley</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>It wasn’t entirely uncommon to find Grace milling about down the corridors after dinner. Sometimes she had a destination in mind, other times she wandered around until she found a purpose. Corey sometimes complained about this habit of hers, since it made her get lost on more than a dozen occasions. But, she was a third year now. Surely she knew her way around the castle by this point.<br/><br/>Besides, on his particular evening, Grace did have a stop in mind. She wanted to pop into the art studio, even though it was an odd hour to be using it. That meant it was likely to be empty. Not that Grace was going for that reason. Her inspiration for paying a visit to the studio was more so simply to fulfill a spark of creativity she was struck with randomly. That was the thing about art, sometimes the urge struck at the oddest hours, but whenever it hit, a true artist needed to respond.<br/><br/>Grace didn’t consider herself an artist. At least, not exactly. That didn’t mean she couldn’t dabble in art if she wanted to. Her favorite medium was as simple as it gets; a sketchbook and a graphite pencil. She dabbled in drawing designs of various fashions. Because she had such an affinity for clothing and style, Grace had always wanted to become a famous designer. Ever since she was a little girl, she would draw up ball gowns for the various princesses in her storybooks.<br/><br/>As she got older, Grace noticed a lack of imagination in the typical designs that existed in the UK. Though there were some designers who liked pops of bright color and intriguing or daring choices, she still felt that the ideas in her head were more unique. Perhaps with the help of magic she would be able to turn her ideas into reality, someday. That idea alone was enough to fill her up with butterflies. What a dream come true, that would be.<br/><br/>She sighed wistfully as she made her way into the studio, finding the sketchbook she kept there and setting it up on one of the tables in the corner. Scooting the stool out, Grace placed her bag down beside her and sat down. After cracking her knuckles a bit, she settled in, pulling one of her favorite graphite pencils from her bag. Today’s inspiration was themed. She had been thinking about the champions of each school and decided to design uniforms for them, which would resemble their individual school uniform.<br/><br/>For Beauxbatons, she worked on a leotard that would obviously be powder blue, accents of golden yellow peeking out from the capelet and the bottom of the beret. Grace nibbled on her lower lip as she looked it over again. Was she being too stereotypical with the beret and capelet? Her head tilted and she copied the same design in the other corner of the paper, without the capelete or the beret, but pouted when she realized it was looking like a lame superhero costume.<br/><br/>“Huh,” her tone was one of confused disappointment. Clearly, the vision she had in her head was better than the one she had managed to get down on paper.