<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> Darley Penthouse <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</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Recognizing that she was on the verge of a downward spiral - or was it an upward spiral? - Grace looked to Corey for guidance and advice, reaching out to him like a life preserver. Thankfully, he came through, as only a best friend could. He calmed her down, pressing a hand against the small of her back and encouraging her to steady herself. Grace closed her eyes and lowered her head, then focused on her breathing and nodded at Corey.<br/><br/>He explained that he wasn’t serious about what he’d said. “I know,” Grace muttered, managing to look at him again, looking slightly more relieved. “But even in your joking I still thought you might be right,” she admitted, chuckling aloud. Whether she was laughing at herself, or the situation, even she couldn’t be quite sure at that point. He lifted her spirits with his words, though, convincing her that those cupcakes she made were a great addition to any party.<br/><br/>Grace’s smile widened and she found herself wanting to hug Corey, but he reached out for a cupcake and threw her off. She blinked wildly while he shoved about half a cupcake into his gob, staining his cheek with an enormous smear of frosting in the process. She broke out into laughter, even as he explained that this was done intentionally to start the trend of eating her cupcakes at the party, by drawing attention to them.<br/><br/>He suggested they go and actually get a drink, though Grace didn’t think he was being serious. “I’m not sure you could handle it,” she gently revealed, still giggling. “Wait, I cannot let you walk over to the bar like this.” She turned into his side, hands at his shoulders, her body practically flattening against his. Though she could have used a finger to wipe off the frosting, she didn’t, for whatever reason. Instead, her tongue slipped out and licked the buttercream off his cheek.<br/><br/>When he was stuck looking at her after she pulled away again, Grace shrugged and lightly laughed again. “I couldn’t have it going to waste by handing you a napkin, now could I?” She asked, rhetorically. “Now come along, then.” With that, she led him to the bar, dabbing at the corners of her mouth with a couple of fingers, just to be sure she wasn’t now covered in frosting, herself. “Now, you don’t suppose they have a tasty drink that’s also nonalcoholic, do you?”