<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> Grace's Private Single Dorm Room <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 | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>“What, like I have?” Grace questioned back, snipping in a way that only best friends could with one another. It was no secret that Dior ran in different circles than the one Corey and Grace were in. She was keen on making her connections with people who could benefit her later in life. Perhaps only seeking out friendships with people if it would promise some sort of a return, for her to cash in on at a later point in time. Everything about Dior was rather scary and surface level. She may have been the queen of Hogwarts, at least in her own eyes, and everyone around her was either a henchman or a chambermaid, but the taller a person’s tower, the greater their fall would be.<br/><br/>Not that Grace truly minded about popularity and status symbols and things like that. It was never about finding a specific clique to gain clout, for Grace. She was a social butterfly who enjoyed spreading her wings, so more often than not, she was the type who floated between groups, rather than the one who was firmly planted in one particular grouping of friends. Even still, all throughout her time spent at Hogwarts, there was one constant friend, her best friend, Corey. No matter what, they would stick together, like velcro. Of that, Grace was certain.<br/><br/>When she took in the sight of his definition and Grace was completely awestruck by the sight, she completely missed the fact that Corey had actually turned over his shoulder to make sure that she hadn’t been stricken by someone - or something - else. To her question, which she realized after the fact must have been a rather curious question for him to be asked, Corey stumbled through his words, then questioned her in turn. He answered honestly, as far as she could tell, his muscles rippling slightly as he did. Grace took a breath, quite literally having to tear her staring eyes away from Corey’s abdomen and chest.<br/><br/>Her face had reached a level of heat that there was no returning from. In fact, she searched around his room briefly for some sort of an ice pack, but to no avail. Still, she managed a giggle at his complete lack of understanding about anything relating to makeup. “Contouring is an art form, involving makeup and using it to define and highlight different parts of your skin. Loads of women do it to define their cheeks.” This topic was the perfect one to use as a distraction, so naturally, Grace ran with it. “Honestly, Corey. It’s only the most trendy thing to do with makeup right now.” She reminded him as if she had expected him to know it in the first place.<br/><br/>He actually answered her question, proving he had taken her quite too literally when she inquired about when he managed to get the abs in question, which made her laugh softly. He reminded her that people change and explained he got more fit over the summer. She felt her cheeks flush again. “You’ve got more fit, have you?” Corey saying that was similar to him saying he thought himself hot. Grace enjoyed toying with his words and teasing him a bit. What were best friends for, right? She felt her lips quirk to the side when he revealed he’d been running around. “I run, Corey. And I don’t have abs like that.” Her eyebrows perked, a smirk stretching at her lips.<br/><br/>Maybe there was a girl he was trying to get fit for. Grace wanted to ask but suddenly became too afraid of his answer. So, she turned her attention back to the shirts laying on his bed, the two she had picked out. Corey seemed to follow suit, grabbing the fitted, black tee, and pulling it over his head and over himself. “I was thinking, for that one, you could pair it with the tan jacket you’ve got in there,” she pointed to his closet as Corey headed inside. He grabbed the very one she had been thinking about and shrugged it on. With his new outfit in place, he asked her how it was. Grace smiled at him, remaining quiet as she stepped closer.<br/><br/>Her hands reached out for his collar, which she fixed, before smoothing her hands over his shoulders. Her fingers slid down his jacket, without really touching him at all, until those digits collected at his zipper, at the hem. She looked down, watching as her fingers deftly worked the zipper into place and slowly zipped it up a quarter of the way. She then stepped back to examine, shook her head and returned to unzip it quickly. “Perfect.” Grace smiled at Corey, her hands falling away. “Shall we go, then?” She questioned, turning on her heel to make her way over to where she had left her cupcakes.