<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/FinleyRav6.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Casual outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/09/90/f0/0990f0a8a3bc075389477f09d7e50536--men-fashion-casual-mens-fashion.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Halfblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Bright and early<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Confession time?<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Diamond Eyes - Deftones (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qksTlo_1Tpw)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Preston<br/><hr/><br/>Preston spoke of being shackled and how it wasn’t all that bad. Normally, hearing something like that from a pureblood who intended to marry someone he barely knew, would convince Finley that the bloke was full of shit. However, when Preston talked about being engaged to Cece, he got a different feeling. Like maybe there really were genuine feelings happening between them.<br/><br/>His brows perked a bit at the realization, finishing up the last of his drink before shoving his plate away. The ring on his hand was brought into the conversation, torchlights glinting off of it in a flash. Finley felt a little bad, but he couldn’t help chuckling at the word etched across the band. TAKEN - in all caps, no less, so that people could even read it from across the room, probably.<br/><br/>“That you are - branded, I mean.” He agreed with a deep nod of his head, continuing to chuckle. To his joke about pulling out just in the nick of time, Finley laughed. Even if it was lame, it was still good. “There’s something to that though, by the way, mate. If the goal is to keep from impregnating her, then you may want to pull out just in time. Literally, of course.” He beamed.<br/><br/>An image of having to bury his friend for dying over blue balls made him pretend to turn somber. “Here lies Preston. Whose balls were so blue, they fell off. Rest in pieces, mate.” It was dark humor, but Finley didn’t mind laughing about it. A girl walked by, giggling but avoiding eye contact at the same time, despite how Finley tried to get her to chime in on the matter with a nod.<br/><br/>“‘Course! I<em>am</em>a Ravenclaw,” he tooted his own horn a bit when Preston called him wise. “Or maybe it’s just because I’ve finally had sex.” He gave a sympathetic look to his pal. “You’d best get on that too, so you can think straight again. Might even pass all your classes.” Preston carried on, his plan coming together. “Yeah you will plant that seed,” he nodded emphatically. “Just not yet!”<br/><br/>The idea of a double date was one that Preston seemed to agree with, even though Finley had his reservations. “I’m not sure that’s what I suggested. But… you’re my best mate. We can give it a go. No promises that we’ll stick it out the whole time.” Something told Finley that Cece was best tolerated in small doses. And even then, it was questionable.<br/><br/>He was caught off guard when Preston brought up the concept of love with him. “What? Did I say that? No, I didn’t.” Finley got all turned around right quick, shaking his head and taking his wand out to clear away his plates with a quick flick and a “Locomotor rubbish.” Clearly, he was avoiding something, or trying to, at any rate.