<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>Relaxed<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Introductions<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Roslyn, Open<br/><hr/><br/>“Most people just call me Fin.” He paid her his full attention as she spoke, clearly confident in holding eye contact and even relaxing back into his chair, his hand retracting from the table to sit in his lap while his other ran along the rim of his teacup casually. “Only other Finley I’ve met was an Irish chap. I don’t think its very common."<br/><br/>As the redhead opposite him broke eye contact to glance around the room, he did the same. Finley peered up towards the faculty tables as well, curious as to what they were thinking among all the bustle of awkward first introductions. They seemed to be talking amongst themselves, occasionally scanning the students but not too fussed on their movements as one might expect. Next was the staff, who seemed happy enough providing whatever was needed or requested by the students. A scent of something cooking caught his nose then and he adjusted himself, sitting up straight in his chair. He raised the dainty china cup back to his lips and tossed back the remainder of his tea, finishing it off in one mouthful. As pretty as they were, and by God he had seen a lot of them in his time, they didn’t really hold a good amount those china cups.<br/><br/>“It’s a lot, I guess.” Finley continued to scan the crowd as he replaced the cup on the saucer. “I’ve not met anyone else yet. Seems to be some interesting people here though.” He shot her a suggestive glance before looking across the hall once again. Maybe the next plan of action was to get something to fill his stomach?<br/><br/>“I’ve never really been up to Scotland before, so I’m excited to be up here. I imagine it’s pretty different for you? What state are you from?” Finley politely turned back to Roslyn, relaxing in his chair once again to offer his undivided attention while the two remaining in conversation.