<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> Hayley</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Grace wasn’t so lost in concentration that she didn’t notice Hayley when the redhead entered. When she looked up to greet Hayley, Hayley’s head was down as she walked over. She shifted in her seat, sitting up a little straighter - not realizing until then that she had been slouching over the table a bit - before lifting her head up to smile at her friend.<br/><br/>“Hey, Hayley.” She shook her head adamantly at her words. “No, nothing like that. I’m not really working on art, more like just jotting down fashion designs.” Grace flashed the sketch to Hayley, showing her the leotard versions of a Triwizard Tournament uniform, that she imagined up in her head. The first one was clearly for Beauxbatons, despite the lack of a blue color.<br/><br/>“Beauxbatons was easy to imagine. Durmstrang is a little more challenging,” she admitted, chuckling at the idea of them wearing leotards. Grace set her pencil down after replacing the sketch book down on the table again. “I just had the idea and decided to come here to sketch,” she shrugged a bit. “I know it’s not the same as the sort of urge you likely get, being a real artist.”<br/><br/>Grace tilted her head, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin atop them. “So, are you planning to enter your name? Or is there any certain boy you hope to cheer on, if he enters his name?” She asked - her not so subtle way of trying to get Hayley to open up about a possible or potential crush on someone. At least, someone local.