<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</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/>Hayley knew she probably should have been snuggled away in her dorm already. But again she found herself far to wired to sleep. It was most likely due to the combination of artistic inspiration and caffeine she had rushing through her system. Not that Hayley would ever blame the bubbling black brew for any of her lack of sleep. One could not blame such wonderful nectar for such hardships!<br/><br/>No matter the reason Hayley found herself up and in need of some supplies. Normally Hayley would ask her father to send whatever she needed from home. But there were still times that she found herself lacking in one supply or another right when she'd need it most. Thankfully the school had a well-stocked art studio that they allowed students to roam and raid even when not in class. It was an addition Hayley was happy to discover during her first year at school. It allowed the studio to become one of the few places that she could and would happily lose herself in. And she had no doubt tonight would be the same. So with her wand lightly the way Hayley made her way from her dorms and through the eerie school halls.<br/><br/>Hayley was a bit surprised to see the lights already on and someone toiling away within. But a smile slipped over her features as she saw that it was Grace. The other woman was one that Hayley felt a bit of a kinship with. Grace always the easy sort of energy that Hayley was able to relax around. It was probably why she'd gotten to know the older student so quickly. It didn't hurt that they seemed to share a special bit of quirkiness.<br/><br/>At first, Hayley said nothing, if only to keep from interrupting the creative flow Grace might have had going. But Hayley waved gently once she looked up in her direction, "Hello, I hope I didn't break your concentration or something." Hayley spoke as she moved farther into the room with her hands wrapped around the edges of her art portfolio. "So, couldn't sleep, or was there something just begging to get out?" she asked knowing that Grace would understand the difference. Simply not being able to sleep was one thing, but when the muse struck it often refused to let go until you found some way of expressing it.