<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhGXH3lae-U/VCnT-In7KMI/AAAAAAAAKIc/WIbQnbxxupE/s1600/IMG_3681.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> Unicorn Onesie (https://www.lolaliza.com/dw/image/v2/AAUM_PRD/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-lolaliza-catalog/default/dw1f183b9a/images/15000386_1001_01.jpg?sw=556&amp;sh=680&amp;sm=fit)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 5th October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grace's Private Single Dorm Room <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Girls Just Wanna Have Fun<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Avril Lavigne - Hello Kitty (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiaYDPRedWQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack | (Mentioning: Corey) | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Grace flipped over onto the bed, grabbing a pillow and fluffing it up a bit, before resting her head against it, while laying on her stomach. Her arms were folded beneath the pillow, ready to listen to a story, of sorts. Mack adjusted herself as well, getting more comfortable against the ground as she talked about the fluff she made up, which launched into a pen pal program.<br/><br/>“Too bad you couldn’t suggest a foreign exchange student program, on top of that. Can you imagine, getting to visit Durmstrang? Then immediately having your memory wiped straight after?” She chuckled, though that chuckle was a rather skittish one. The idea of it was bloody scary, and overall, she couldn’t help feeling like the school was rather dodgy.<br/><br/>Not that she’d ever been there or ever planned to go. It was just a vibe she got whenever they learned about Durmstrang. Then again, Mack was much braver than she was. Maybe she genuinely wanted to go and see it for herself. Grace wouldn’t have been too surprised to find that out.<br/><br/>Mack precariously balanced a pillow on her foot, dexterously juggling it back and forth as she spoke about some of the letters they’d sent to each other in the beginning. Grace chuckled. “Well, you can’t expect a bloke to not ask for the punchline, right?” Her laughter returned as she went on, “even if they don’t have much of a sense of humor over there.”<br/><br/>Again, not that Grace knew one way or another, but it was something that she had suspected, at the very least. It was, one could say, a bit of a rumor that floated around. “How sweet,” Grace added after Mack tried acting all nonchalant about it. “And get the pillow off your face,” she demanded through giggles.<br/><br/>She did so, only to call herself the Beyonce of quips. “Perhaps you are.” Grace played into her hand. Did they even get to listen to pop music over at Durmstrang? Rolling over, Grace sat up on the bed, tucking her legs beneath her slightly and hugging the pillow against her chest. “Well, boys, am I right?” Grace commented as if her words were revolutionary.<br/><br/>“Would you fancy watching a movie?” She sounded hopeful, already thinking up several romantic comedies to force Mack through.