<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Grace_Gryff_5.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998471#msg13998471)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Front (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQlaBzuAdt5lq8QWdV_PFjL6lQu_W4Z_l07_6rPMzIQe707WIZa) and Back (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2071/2367/products/HTB1Gt2DSpXXXXbEaXXXq6xXFXXXP_large_4d9db588-c1a7-4e78-bf8a-8aa4ebf5cd9f_1024x1024.jpg?v=1501788242)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Vine | Fairy Wing | 9 ½ inches | Unyielding<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor | Second<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Nighttime<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gryffindor Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Unicorns don't need sleep<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Yuna - Lullabies (Remix) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsGiBwK4Ycc)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Corey | Closed<br/><hr/><br/>Grace’s giggles carried on, filling the quiet common room easily. It wasn’t until she could hear her laughter echoing that she thought to tone it down and flitted a hand over her mouth in an effort to suppress the noise.<br/><br/>Corey’s laughter silenced itself abruptly and the lack of it caused Grace to veer her gaze back to him again. Like a deer caught in the headlights, her eyes grew large as Corey’s expression started to shift.<br/><br/><em>‘What’s that face for?’</em>She thought to herself, half a second away from asking him. Except, that was when he struggled to ask a follow-up question. Yet, ask it he did, and it left Grace winded, like she’d just taken a jab to the gut.<br/><br/>“Er…” She started, awkwardly. Her brows were quirked and worry creases formed along her forehead. “Like… Seriously serious?” Grace felt a little dim, chuckling at herself before coughing into her hand and averting her gaze to the fire. “But you weren’t though, right? So, there’s no point in discussing it?” Grace’s laughter took on a higher octave; nervous laughter.<br/><br/>But what was she nervous about?