<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/>Before withdrawing her phone, Grace noticed how Hayley looked at the image of the Jack Rabbit that she had pulled up. Part of her wondered if Hayley owned any sort of sex toy or, for that matter, if she ever saw one in person. She seemed so innocent and yet curious all at the same time. Then again, sometimes even the mousiest of individuals could turn into real animals in the bedroom.<br/><br/>The redhead assured Grace that Corey was likely just as embarrassed about the ordeal as she had been. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” But did that really help matters? Grace supposed it at least helped her to feel ever so slightly better about it all. At least knowing that she wasn’t alone in feeling as mortified as she did. But, it didn’t really make her feel any ounce of relief, either.<br/><br/>Grace chuckled at Hayley’s concluding remarks about how she and Corey had managed, up until that point, to completely avoid the topic altogether. “Well, I don’t think we could ever completely avoid each other. That just wouldn’t be right.” The thought of one of them without the other was too strange a concept to be able to process easily. “I hope so,” she murmured at the possibility that one day they could laugh about it.<br/><br/>Hayley smiled when Grace inquired about her artwork, but claimed she had nothing specific to work on. She shared that she had been practicing figures of the human body more and revealed that she wanted to use watercolors more. All of it sounded a bit intimidating to Grace, who still didn’t consider herself to be the same sort of caliber of an artist as Hayley.<br/><br/>Her comment about needing to mooch off of the art room made Grace feign shock and awe, a gasp emitting from her before she covered her open mouth with a hand. “Why, Hayley! Stealing supplies?! I’m shocked!” Grace was only joking though, which became clear when her voice wavered and fluctuated. To her remarks about feeling inspired due to the tournament and their new visitors from the competing schools, Grace nodded. “I suppose it’s striking in all sorts of ways.”<br/><br/>With that, Grace closed her sketchbook and stood from the table. “Hey, thanks for talking me through that… erm, snake incident.” She chuckled, quietly. “I think I’m gonna try and get some sleep.” She tilted her head, smiling while collecting her purse. “If I don’t get to bed soon, I’ll sleep in and really regret it tomorrow.” Grace replaced her sketchbook where it belonged and made her way toward the door. “Goodnight, Hayley!” She called back out, before walking off.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>