<div class="floatleft">(https://gl-images.condecdn.net/image/JnRkM4o1Gxg/crop/1440/0.5235602094240838/f/inthefrow_glamour_18oct18_insta_sf.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 (http://s3cdn-test-lookbooknu.netdna-ssl.com/files/looks/medium/2015/02/12/4313263_tumblr_nd51g6Sxyn1qbqqkho1_500.jpg?1423755160)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sunday, 15 September, 2019 | Lunch time<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A not so new face<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Psy - New Face (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwJPPaEyqhI)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Angela | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Grace noticed how absorbed Angela was in her book the moment she approached. The girl wouldn’t have noticed an approaching person, even if they were wearing a neon sign and blaring a horn. That book in her lap must have been incredibly engrossing.<br/><br/>Angela was clearly a little caught off guard, perhaps still coming out of the fog of the fictional world she had just been transported to by reading the chapter she was on. Grace felt guilty for tearing Angela out of her bubble, and felt the need to apologize for the interruption.<br/><br/>Angela took it decently, but Grace still felt a little like Angela was just dying for the opportunity to dive back into the words on the pages. At least her friend greeted her. Grace looked down to regard her outfit when Angela complimented it.<br/><br/>“Oh, thank you!” She shrugged a bit, doing a mini curtsy to show her appreciation. When she mentioned lunch, Grace thought she noticed that Angela seemed to withdraw from the conversation. But, maybe it was all in her imagination.<br/><br/>“I’ll leave you to your book, then.” Grace shuffled down the trail and headed along it. “When you’ve finished, you can come and sit by me for lunch.” She offered, giving a wave at Angela before heading back to the castle.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>