Grace had only just retrieved her wand and stood up when suddenly, a voice looming behind her made her shriek in surprise. Whirling around with wide eyes, Grace was relieved to find that it was Mavican who gave her such a big fright... and not some big, bad troll.

When the girl told her to be careful where she poked her wand, Grace merely blinked at her in confusion, the innuendo going completely over her head for a moment. Then after glancing down at her wand, she raised her head and hastily reassured Mavican, "Oh, don't worry! I won't poke you in the eye or anything. I might be clumsy but I haven't accidentally poked someone and hurt them yet!"

"Oh, no. I wouldn't want to hurt you," Grace insisted very sincerely as Mavican told her that she could 'poke' her. She couldn't imagine it would be very pleasant, someone coming over and prodding her. Who would like that?

At Mavican's question of whether they'd slept together, Grace blinked owlishly at the girl once more. "I... I don't think we've ever shared a dorm? Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws are in separate dorms - which, I mean, you probably... definitely know that, but I don't think we've ever had an interhouse sleepover or slept over at the same house or anything."

A chocolate... fetish? "Well, I wouldn't call it a fetish. I do like chocolate... sometimes a bit much, probably. When I'm feeling really daring, I'll have two rows instead of one," Grace said, lowering her voice as she spoke as though it was a secret she was sharing. Then Mavican was asking if she was the shower one and Grace's eyes widened. Was she saying Grace smelled or something? "Well... I... I do shower? Every night and morning. Um..."

At this point in the conversation, Grace was lost. What did her tongue have to do with anything? Unless... "Oh, I thought I spoke quite clearly! My mum always told me growing up not to mumble... I'm not mumbling, right? She wouldn't be too happy if I was!" 

When Mavican said that no, she didn't mean it like that, Grace's confusion only increased tenfold because what had she meant if not like that? Strange. "Oh... yes, okay. I... sorry?" she said, not sure what else she could say. "We can have a sleepover one day though?"

"Roll my... my tongue?" she repeated, blinking. It was clear by the way she spoke that Grace had absolutely zero clue on how to do that. "How... I don't usually roll my tongue when I lick something though, I just lick it."

"Oh, I... well, you see, I didn't want to bother my friends by asking them for help because I'm sure they've got a lot of better things to do than help silly ol' me, you know? Like... like, uh... play Quidditch or something?" Grace said, sounding very unsure of herself. But not only that, she also didn't want her friends to witness how bad she was at producing spells - they already saw it in class, they didn't need to be exposed to it outside of class. "Why are you here by yourself? I mean, if... you don't have to answer that if you don't want to, I just... I was just wondering."

"Oh, no. I can't - I mean, I don't want to offend you by... I'm really bad at accents," Grace rushed out, trying to dissuade Mavican from encouraging her to do an Irish accent. She'd surely make a fool of herself is she even tried.

"We can have marshmallows and read girly magazines and stuff," Grace said, breaking into a smile as Mavican agreed to a sleepover. It'd be fun! Maybe they could invite Faith too. She'd be down for a sleepover, that she was sure of... all they needed was a Slytherin girl to join them then they'd have all four houses.

"They could be doing something else... or... or maybe it's just Gryffindors turn to practice on the field, I'm not sure," Grace suggested uncertainly. She was more of a watcher when it came to Quidditch. She was petrified of getting on a broom again. Not after she'd hurt herself when she was little riding one... that incident had scared her off for life.

"Oh, were they really bad at doing an Irish accent too?" Grace asked, frowning. Mavican sounded a bit ticked off about it... so maybe it was a good thing Grace had passed on the suggestion of herself attempting to put on an Irish accent. She certainly wouldn't like anyone to be mad at her!"

"Oh... oh, that's lovely. It's just, um. Well. It was the colour changing charm we learnt in class. Colovaria. I was trying to change my book from brown to blue but it's just not working," Grace explained to Mavican, frowning. It was frustrating because try as she may, the spell just wouldn't work.

As Mavican circled around Grace, much like a tiger circling her prey, Grace shuffled uncomfortably because it felt like the girl was trying to... to size her up for a fight or something. Merlin, she wasn't going to fight her, was she? Because Grace didn't even know how to throw a punch or anything. She'd be useless in a fight, and end up crying on the ground immediately.

"A... oh, a... well, not a date. I mean, it's not like we're going to Madam Puddifoots or anything," Grace said, nervously laughing as she reached up to twist a lock of her blonde hair. It was a relief that Mavican didn't want to fight her though, apparently. Though Mavican's next words had Grace confused all over again. Incompetent at pleasing her? Did he not use his manners or something? "Maybe he should... did you want him to bring you flowers or something? Um..." 

All of a sudden, Mavican was moving behind Grace, as close as close could be, and Grace couldn't breathe because this was... not how close her friends usually stood and Mavican was whispering and it made Grace's entire body tingle, not unpleasantly. It was different though. "I... I... okay," Grace said, voice barely a whisper as she tried to cast the spell, voice weak as she said 'colovaria!"  It didn't work however and Grace frowned.

Closing her eyes as Mavican instructed, Grace tried her best to relax - although it was definitely difficult with the girl all pressed against her - and tried to cast the spell once more, rolling her tongue and imitating the hand movement Mavican had shown her. When she opened her eyes, she was completely surprised to find that... the book was blue!

Immediately, all thoughts of Grace being uncomfortable were discarded, and Grace whirled around with a great big smile. "It worked!" she said, looking up at Mavican sincerely. "Thank you! You're such a good instructor. I'm so... well, I'm just really not... not great the spells. The, y'know, the casting them. It's just... not my strong suit."

The compliment Mavican paid Grace had the girl smiling all over again. "You're a good teacher," she told the girl, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

When Mavican suggested that perhaps they could grab a drink sometime, Grace nodded enthusiastically. "Do you like tea? I know Madam Puddi - well, that's a bit romantic... um, The Leaky Cauldron does tea? But also the house elves in the kitchen are very helpful, so if we asked they could possibly make us a cuppa sometime toon. They're so lovely. Or we could just sit together at breakfast but, I mean, we don't have to but it's just an idea in case you ever wanted to... which you don't have to. I just, um... thought it was another option."

"Oh, I would love that. If me asking for help isn't too much of a bother, that is," Grace told Mavican, biting her bottom lip. She'd hate to be a nuisance by constantly asking the Ravenclaw girl to lend her a hand.