Worrying her bottom lip, Grace was absolutely in a tizzy, combing her fingers through her long hair as she looked about frantically. It was here, right? It had to be. She had it last when she was here.

Grace had about to look under a rock of all things when suddenly, a voice calling her name made her head snap up. Immediately, she found herself shuffling uncomfortably. She had it in her head that Kaylie didn't particularly like her. But still, she'd try her very best to make an effort at conversation.

“Hey… hi. I'm, hello. Sorry. I'm just… just looking for a book. It's big with a black cover and has my… my name on it too,” Grace said, still biting her lip. She was talking about her  sketchbook, the one she always hid from people in fear of being judged. She'd had it early this morning at the lake whilst people were sleeping and now she'd lost it, it seemed. What if it got into the wrong hands?

As Kaylie told her to chill, Grace's shoulders relaxed... for a split second because then Kaylie was saying a word that Grace had never uttered in her life. It was so... so vulgar, and immediately Grace turned the brightest shade of red she had in a while. "I... it's... oh, that's... it's not, um, that. Definitely not." 

She knew what Kaylie was talking about... she had an older brother who hung out with boys with dirty mouths and the things Grace had overheard them talking about made her ears burn. But she'd never actually seen any of the stuff Kaylie was talking about. She didn't even know where to get it from... not that she'd even want to in the first place.

Grace shook her head quickly as Kaylie asked if it was that again and took a step forward, breath caught in her throat because Kaylie seeing Grace's sketches and mocking them after Grace had put such hard work into them was something she didn't want to happen. "It's just... just pictures. It's nothing... could I have it back, please?"

The suggestion that Grace would ever write such a thing turned her an even deeper shade of pink, this time a blush spreading across her chest and travelling up her neck too, making her skin all splotchy.

"No, it's... it's just drawing..." Grace said quietly, frowning as Kaylie opened the book anyway and took out a drawing. It made her uncomfortable and yet instead of moving forward and snatching her art book away, Grace's arms wrapped around her stomach uncomfortably. Kaylie hadn't glanced at her drawing and yet her stomach was still starting to feel not so good. 

"I do portraits... just, well. I'm still learning," Grace told Kaylie. Truth be told, Grace was pretty adequate at portraits. It's just that she was the harshest critic of her own work and she was always trying to improve. At the moment, she was still trying to get better at the perfecting the different looks in people's eyes - mischievous, bright eyes; dull, lifeless eyes; switched-on, intelligent eyes. 

When Kaylie suggested that she be a model, Grace offered up a small smile. "I don't... I've only, um... I've only really drawn family before. I don't really draw other people." At least not to their knowledge. Sometimes she observed the human figure from far away, or tried to replicate the shape of someone's face from across the library. 

Stepping forward, Grace gratefully took her book from Kaylie's hands, holding it close to her chest as though it was a newborn baby rather than just a book. It was important to her. "Thank you," she said, complete sincerity in her words. Maybe Kaylie wasn't that scary after all.

Still standing, Grace was a bit unsure about the question Kaylie posed to her. "I - well, I really like drawing and everything... but... well, I'm not..." 'Very good,' Grace's mind filled in for her. "I think I might want to be a healer instead as a career. I really like helping people... do you know what you want to do after graduation? I mean, you don't - only if you want to share. I don't want to be nosy or anything by asking..."  

"Oh, no. I wasn't - I didn't mean to seem like I was asking for compliments. It's just, well, there's so many great artists out there," Grace said, sending Kaylie a small smile.  "Thank you though... do you, um... have hobbies?" That was probably a silly question though... everyone had hobbies, right? 

"Yes, a healer. I hope. If I pass my NEWTs with all the right grades then I can hopefully go into healer training right after school," Grace murmured, sounding a little concerned as she spoke. She was worried that she wouldn't get the grades she needed... actually, she was worried about failing her NEWTs entirely. 

As Kaylie answered Grace's question about what she wanted to do, immediately the Hufflepuff girl's lips tugged into a frown because the way Kaylie was speaking didn't sounded great. It sounded like she was on a path to nowhere, or at least Kaylie believed she was. "I'm sure you'll figure it out," Grace told Kaylie softly. "There's lots of things you can do with your NEWTs... and even without them."

When Kaylie said the words 'that Hufflepuff Valentino is after,' Grace blinked in confusion at first before all of a sudden frowning. Merlin, did she do something to Alana to make her come after her? She didn't think so! She was perfectly pleasant to the girl in her minimal interactions with her even though Alana scared the living daylights out of her. "Um... did... did I do something wrong? I didn't - I would never mean to hurt Alana's feelings or anything," she said, sounding concerned over the matter.

"I'm sure you have some worth mentioning. Do you play Quidditch or anything?" Grace asked her curiously. Everyone had to have something to pass the time after all, something that was special to them.

Kaylie's next words had Grace frowning yet again because the way she was talking just... had her concerned, really concerned. "Jail - oh, no. You wouldn't land in Azkaban! You seem so lovely, I can't ever imagine you committing a crime."