<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/78/Grace_Close_Up_Party.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://fayebelinexo.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/photo-27-10-2014-14-24-40.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26th October, 2019 | Early evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grace's Private Single Dorm Room <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> P A R T. Y? Cuz I gotta.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ke$ha - Take it Off (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpFMuBHxGWs)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey | (Mentioning: Mack, Hayley, Joey) | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The party hosted by Dior Darley was all anyone could talk about for the entire week. Grace knew she would be in attendance, if for no other reason than to be included in what was sure to be an epic get together. It was always better to be a part of the party, than to hear about it secondhand, from some unreliable source, after the fact.<br/><br/>Even though Grace and Dior weren’t the best of buds, and Corey was sure to wrinkle his nose at more than a few of the sights he was bound to see tonight, she still managed to convince her best friend to go with her. Thankfully, things had mostly smoothed over since the purple vibrator incident. And in this case, that meant neither Corey nor Grace said another word about it.<br/><br/>After avoiding each other for a couple of days, Grace texted Corey a string of hilarious music videos and meme’s as a sign that she was ready to return to normal. Except, things weren’t really as normal as they used to be, anymore. If Grace allowed herself to stop and think about it for too long, she’d hear the words of Mack… and Hayley… and even Joey… echoing in her mind, suggesting that Corey was more than just her best friend.<br/><br/>She shook her head and finished applying lip gloss, leaning into the mirror of the bathroom thoughtfully, with her lips pursed. Just as she finished, a knock came from her door. It was Corey on the other side, announcing himself. Grace felt her cheeks go hot. Why did he sound nervous? “Alright, alright, I’m coming!” She called back.<br/><br/>Grace often didn’t think about the innuendo her words sometimes captured. This instance was just another prime example of that.<br/><br/>After closing her lip gloss container, she tossed it back into her makeup bag and grabbed hold of her black, imitation leather jacket. Scurrying over to the door, she tugged it open just a crack. “Get the door for me, will you? I’ve made cupcakes (https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/halloween-cupcakes-cauldron-1530113509.jpg).” She didn’t wait for Corey, assuming he’d do as she asked.<br/><br/>Turning on her animal print heel, she bent over the table where her cupcake tin was resting, and picked it up, hearing the door creak behind her. She spun a little too fast to hand the cupcakes to Corey, and before she knew it, had tripped over her shoe, launching the entire container at Corey’s chest. “Oh, bugger!” Grace screeched, stamping her heel on the ground.<br/><br/>She somehow still managed to catch the container awkwardly before it had a chance to land on the ground. Yet, the mess had already happened. Little cauldron shaped cupcakes and their green, frothy contents, were sprayed all over the floor and smudged all over Corey’s shirt. Grace whined as she set the container down and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.<br/><br/>“Sorry,” she murmured, fetching her wand and stirring it in the air a bit. All of the cupcakes returned to their tins and in perfect placement, cleaned of all dirt and debris that they may have collected in the spill. It was like magic had reversed the clock, yet Corey’s shirt still had some stains on it. Grace sighed in relief. “They’re salvageable, thank goodness.” The cupcakes, that was.<br/><br/>She then turned to examine Corey, using her wand to clean off the mess on his… “Wait, that’s what you’re wearing? To Dior’s party?” Grace didn’t even let him answer before she shook her head. “No, absolutely not. You need to go and change. I’ll help you pick something out. This is me doing you a favor, really.” Clearly, the cupcakes were sentient and knew that they had to attack Corey’s shirt to get him to change it.<br/><br/>Grace placed her wand down again, then picked up her cupcake container - carefully - and walked into the hall, expecting Corey to close the door behind them. “C’mon, then.” She waited for him to lead the way to his dorm room so that they could get him looking at least halfway presentable. “You must have a better shirt than that one. I swear, if I must run to Hogsmeade to find you an acceptable shirt, I will.”