<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 | (Mentioning Corey)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Grace chuckled at the idea that her designs might actually become a thing that either of the foreign schools would consider wearing. Right. Maybe in her dreams. She wrinkled her nose at Hayley’s words just the same, obviously not taking her designs as seriously as others might. After all, she had no way of transferring them from paper into fabric. So, for now, they were just designs and nothing more.<br/><br/>“You speak of it as if I’m a world renowned fashion designer,” Grace waved a hand in the air, trying to make the title sound as outrageous as she felt it did. When the topic switched to the tournament, Grace nodded. “I wonder as well. Maybe all of the events will have some sort of safety precaution, right? Like bowling with the bumpers up.” She giggled at the image. “I’d still bowl that way if I ever went bowling,” she easily admitted.<br/><br/>At the mention of Corey potentially entering his name into the goblet of fire, Grace’s smile swept away. “If he’s chosen, I hope there are bumpers.” She mentioned, hopefully, using her same analogy as before. Hayley confirmed that she wasn’t an awful best friend for wishing he wouldn’t get chosen, and it made her feel a slight bit better. “Well, that’s a relief.”<br/><br/>“Still,” she murmured, giving Hayley a conspiratorial look. “Maybe we just won’t mention that bit to him.”<br/><br/>Once Grace launched into her story about the incident on her bed, her cheeks turned a little pink at Hayley’s innocence as she inquired as to what it was, if not a snake, wrapped in her sheets. “Erm,” she began, but Hayley went on to mention she was sure it wasn’t as bad as she thought. Grace chuckled again, shaking her head. “Oh, Hayley…” Grace started. She was really too innocent, wasn’t she?<br/><br/>Still, she insisted that Grace open up about it, so she took a deep breath, and whilst hiding her face in her hands, she revealed the great big secret. “It was a vibrator. My … Jack Rabbit vibrator.” Hayley probably had no idea what one of them looked like, though.<br/><br/>So, Grace unmasked her face and pulled out her phone, then pulled up an image on the Maginet, to show to her friend. “It looks like this (https://www.satisfaction.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/Petite-Jack-Rabbit-Vibrator-Purple.jpg).” She held her phone out in front of Hayley with the image on the screen.