<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 smiled at Hayley, who appeared so relieved that she wasn’t interrupting anything. Honestly, it was hard to believe that Hayley could truly be bothering anyone, even if she tried to. Though many of their peers called her Mouse because she was small and quiet, Grace was always reminded of the many stories about how those tiny mice could scare a herd of enormous elephants.<br/><br/>Maybe Hayley had that capability within herself, and just hadn’t discovered it yet.<br/><br/>She smiled at Hayley’s encouraging words about art and artistry. She supposed it was true that there was no longer a typical medium of art and that even if some people thought of artists in a specific way or thought that they had to fit into a certain mold, that didn’t make it so. But, because Grace was only designing clothes, she had always thought of herself as being on a lower tier than artists like Hayley.<br/><br/>She was right, though. They were both creating something from nothing. Maybe that did make Grace an artist. Either way, she grinned at Hayley, seemingly accepting her words. Hayley agreed about Durmstrang being the difficult one of the three schools, but confidently assured her that Grace could figure something out. “Yeah, I might just need to think on it a bit longer.”<br/><br/>To her question about the Tournament, Hayley was quick to say no, which made Grace chuckle faintly. She nodded at Hayley’s reason, her smile fading at the idea that she’d let the whole school down. “Even if our Champion doesn’t win, they’re not letting Hogwarts down. They gave it their all.” She shrugged a shoulder. “That’s the most we can ask of them, really.” Yet, still, she wasn’t trying to convince Hayley to enter her name, especially if she didn’t want to.<br/><br/>Hayley didn’t say she was cheering for anyone special, just Hogwarts itself. Well, that was boring. Grace smirked when she turned the tables around on her and asked the same question. “Well, Corey said he wanted to enter-” she paused after blurting that bit out.<br/><br/>What made her think of Corey when on the topic of crushes?<br/><br/>No, it wasn’t because of the topic of crushes, it was because of the topic of the Tournament that she mentioned him. And as her best friend, of course she would cheer him on.<br/><br/>Grace blinked rapidly a few times, shaking her head a bit, as if to work away a flustering thought. “Erm,” she started again, taking a moment to breathe in a gulp of air. “But I secretly hope he doesn't make it.” She confessed, wrinkling her nose at Hayley. “Does that make me a terrible best friend?” Her lips quirked a bit. “I mean, I’m worried he’d get really hurt. Not because he’s rubbish at magic or anything, but… just because it’s so dangerous.”<br/><br/>Her head shook slowly, feeling a bit like an awful person. But, a second later she started chuckling. “Besides, he’s… afraid of snakes. Like, deathly.” She broke out into a fit of laughter. “He nearly blew up my sheets because he thought there was one on my bed!” Grace’s laughter continued, her cheeks actually hurting after a while. “It was… not… a snake.” She admitted, flushing slightly, then hiding her face in her hands. “Cor, Hayley, it was mortifying,” she muttered, though her words were muffled by her palms.