<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 | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Once Corey finally pulled the shirt on overhead, it became a bit easier for Grace to stop openly gaping and staring at him. Her shoulders lowered in alleviation, joined by a sigh of relief, which she hoped was too quiet for his ears to actually hear. Keeping her head down all the while, as if to grant Corey a fraction of the privacy that he clearly needed at that moment. At least, more than the ogle she hadn’t meant to force him to face.<br/><br/>Grace laughed whimsically at his remarks about the latest trends in makeup, as if he had any clue whatsoever, then pointed out cheekbones like they were the answer to some enigmatic riddle. “Exactly,” she concurred with a nod, tapping the tip of her nose with her finger, to silently remark that he was ‘on the nose’ with that comment.<br/><br/>Corey mentioned that he wanted to get into better shape. At first he tried to make it sound like it was just because, but then he revealed that it might have had something to do with the foreign students who had just arrived from the competing wizarding schools. Grace couldn’t help her face screwing up some. She wasn’t sure what he meant, but before she could ask, Corey dropped the bomb of the tournament on her, confirming he had thought about entering his name into the goblet of fire.<br/><br/>Grace was stunned into silence. Too stunned to say a thing. She was almost grateful for the subject change straight afterward, as Corey shrugged on his jacket, but her throat had gone dry already. She managed a small, nearly pained smile, when he commented about her workout routine as if she only ran to ensure her ass looked nice. There was something about it that stung, but she couldn’t exactly place it. Deep down, she knew he hadn’t meant it that way. More than likely, it was meant to be a compliment that had gone awry somewhere along the way.<br/><br/>Still, she had to think about what the hidden compliment was supposed to be. Her gaze fell away and her brows creased as she contemplated. Maybe he meant that she didn’t need much upkeep because she’d look good regardless. Or maybe it was a generic comment about how he thought it was easier for girls to maintain their weight than it was for guys to do the same thing. By this point, she had completely zoned out and to someone like Corey, it would have been obvious.<br/><br/>Wanting to spare the evening from spiraling into something it wasn’t meant to become, Grace stepped over to him to fix his collar and tried to convince them both to leave for the party. Turning to grab her cupcakes, she headed for the door and paused, waiting for Corey to open it. He made mention of the dessert she had decided to bring and as they left, she started to second guess the choice. “Do you think it’s a bit much? I’ve enchanted them to refill whenever one slot empties. So we should never run out.”