Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26709630-20160408221123/@comment-26709630-20160408230348

Gracie was peacefully sitting in the common room, doing her thronework. Well, more like doodling all over her thronework. As of now she couldn't seem to focas on her Crownculous or her Princessology.

She sighed softly to herself. She stuffed her papers inside her binder and flipped the cover shut. She stood up, deciding that trying to do her thronework was pointless.

She was walking by a boy when the flickering color of fire caught her eye. She stopped short and stared as the fire became nothing but a charred black thing that used to be paper.

Gracie suddenly found a pair of steel-gray eyes gazing at her in a manor that seemed to be suspicious, frustrated, and disapproving.

"Can I... help you?"

Feeling her cheeks color Gracie flashed partial smile. "Oh, um, sorry! No, I was just passing by and I happened to notice the... erm... fire." She smiled again as if to brush away the awkwardness of her sentence.