<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/414aa81d75a3b3299d4b8d4144e028ae/tumblr_ouolf6smL91vd20lzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Finley Pritchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272539#msg15272539)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th, 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>A muted orange, oversized shirt and fitted, white jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d4/df/35/d4df3597ea0763219c848d196b72a867.jpg) with brown loafers (https://images.asos-media.com/products/office-lemming-bar-loafers-in-tan-leather/12913628-1-tan?$XXL$&wid=513&fit=constrain)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Excited, Relaxed, Curious<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Arrival, Opening Ceremony Introduction & Tea Drinking<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Luckily for him, his journey up to Scotland wasn’t so bad; a quick flight from the south-east of England and he was there, a short train ride from Inverness city to the outskirts of the university and then a shuttle bus to the grounds itself. Easily done. Finley had never been up this far north and the landscape wasn’t too much different, but he very much enjoyed travelling and watching the world go by as he did. The majority of the journey he listened to an audio book and kept to himself, content in his observations of the landscapes that lined the roads to Dellban University.<br/><br/>As the bus slowed down the main driveway and the university grounds made way to the castle itself, Finley shifted in his seat, sitting up straight and pulling one ear piece from his ear as if the less he heard from his book, the more he would be able to see, or comprehend, of the building. Seeing it photographed on the brochure was one thing, but live, in person, with his own eyes? It was inspiring and awe inducing to say the least. This building was to be his home for the next few years, he knew that, but the reality of it wouldn’t quite sink it. Perhaps it never would. How did he manage to get so...lucky? The idea of having to go home again at some point sat uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach.<br/><br/>Fin exited the shuttle along with the rest of the students, his eyes barely able to peel away from the architecture of the castle proper, even for the briefest of moments to address the staff member that approached him, but he eventually handed over his things and adjusted his backpack, heading inside. The interior was just as beautiful, if a little dated. It was beautifully done but the inspiration behind the décor was in line with what his grandparents would have enjoyed; his family was a lot more modern and simplistic in their tastes, so he had grown up with a similar outlook on home decoration and design. Finley picked out his room and followed the lead of the house employee up the grand staircase. The room had already been designated for two other students by the time he filled in and the idea of sharing a room with strangers was equally exciting and nerve wrecking. He found himself drifting off, wondering who he’d be rooming with and what sort of people they were, as he wandered the hallway to his new sleeping space.<br/><br/>The other students were absent by the time he’d arrived, though their things were already claiming beds from the looks of it. He took the bed that was left and decided on exploring the building before he’d return to get ready for the opening ceremony that was scheduled as their first official event; an afternoon high tea. How very pompous. He was looking forward to the food though, that was for sure. Changing out of his comfortable, travelling gear (just a pair of joggers and a hoodie), Finley took a second to fiddle with the mess of hair on his head before heading out to find the ballroom.<br/><br/>It didn’t take Fin long, he’d been upfront enough to ask someone where it was he was going exactly, and then signage took over in guiding him to the entrance of the large hall where a lot of the students had started to gather. The interior matched the grand, lavish feel of the rest of the castle, as was to be expected, and he casually made his way toward a table, taking a seat and requesting a cup of tea. A teapot was brought to him promptly and he filled the delicate china cup that rested on the table before him. One sugar and a drop of milk; he liked it strong.<br/><br/>The headmaster began his speech then, but Fin was too busy looking around, taking note of the other faces that littered the room. There were a lot of beautiful people here, it was kind of...unexpected. The prospect of taking their portraits excited him for the briefest of minutes as he let his imagination run away with him. The boy simply lounged back in his chair as the formally dressed headmaster at the top table continued, happy to collect glimpses of those around him, unashamed of catching people's attention with his stares, simply smiling widely back, maybe even giving a wave, if they caught him looking.<br/><br/>After the headmaster had finished his speech and retaken his seat, Finley waited at his table, contently sipping on his teacup as his attention moved about the room.