<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/2830886818/49a60e4c56e762f11d84f252e263f59d_400x400.jpeg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (https://data.whicdn.com/images/29882011/original.jpg), <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> art studio<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, open <strong>Mentions:</strong> Cory</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/>Hayley thought of her future as they talked about possible careers. In truth, they both had a great deal of time to figure it all out. But Hayley already had a few ideas of where she'd like to end up. She knew no matter the choice she wanted to have a creative outlet. Be it through an artistic medium or perhaps something more creative scholarly. Something like charm creation sounded fun, and then there was the possibility of working with her family as well. And though they would love the idea, they never did push for it. Hayley wondered for a moment if Grace had the same freedom?<br/><br/>As far as Hayley could recall both Grace's parent was muggle born. Which meant that she'd not grown up with magic in her life. Did that mean she'd be forced to hide it whenever she went home? Sure they had to keep magic hidden from muggles as a whole. But keeping a secret from a stranger and keeping one from one's family were two very different things. Hayley shook her head for a moment before losing her train of thought and returned Grace's smile. There was no point in worrying about it too much now. No, at the moment they had a much more interesting challenge to deal with.<br/><br/>Hayley could only imagine what it was like to be in Grace's shoes. Granted she had a very good imagination and a strong understanding of what it was like to be mortified and embarrassed. So putting herself into Grace's shoes wasn't really that hard. Thankfully though it was all just an image in her head. Hayley knew if it had been her she'd want to crawl under a rock just as quickly as Grace seemed to want to. So the question was, what could she say to help Grace?<br/><br/>A blush slowly washed over Hayley's cheeks as looked over the image of the toy. She wasn't totally ignorant when it came to sex, but she'd never personally used such a toy. Hell, she'd never owned a vibrator at all. Hayley wondered what the big deal was but somehow knew that asking Grace about it would only make the whole situation more awkward. Perhaps she'd just have to find out what it was like for herself one day? Though the idea of an owl flying in such an order here at the school seemed as if it were asking for trouble.<br/><br/>"Ok, you know I bet he feels just as embarrassed. Not only because he thought it was a snake but because he stumbled onto something so private." Hayley suggested but wasn't sure if that helped or not. She nodded as Grace said they'd both just been pretending that it never happened. "That works, maybe one day you will both be able to laugh about it. It certainly beats avoiding each other for the rest of your lives." Hayley laughed along with Grace until she asked about her current art project.<br/><br/>"Oh," Hayley sat her sketchbook down and smiled, "Nothing in particular really. I mean I have been working on human figures more. And I want to play with watercolors more this year too." she explained, "I'm kind of lacking in supplies at the moment though," Hayley whispered the last bit, "Shush don't tell anyone, I totally came to mooch some." she laughed a bit and leaned against the table more. "I'm kind of inspired by the tournament and the arrival of the other students. It's like having a fresh start with all these new people arriving." Hayley spoke as her fingers gently fidgetted with the edges of the pages of her sketchbook.