<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>Grey boxer briefs (http://dulcedo.ca/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Septembre-158-2-462x615.jpg) -> 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>Ravenclaw dorm room -> 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>Orion | Preston<br/><hr/><br/>When the morning came with sunlight bursting through the windows, Finley groggily opened his eyes, rubbing at them a few times with one hand, until his blurry vision corrected itself. He sighed out as he stretched fully, only to realize that his other arm was pinned by a soundly sleeping Orion. He immediately broke out into a grin, admiring his boyfriend while he slept.<br/><br/>Rolling over so that he was able to rock Orion’s body ever so gently away, freeing his arm, then replacing Orion where he belonged again, Finley pressed a soft kiss against Orion’s temple. He eased out of bed and moved as quietly as possible, hoping he wouldn’t wake anyone else. Collecting an outfit into his hands, he moved into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then took a quick, steamy shower.<br/><br/>After towel drying himself completely, Finley went through the rest of his routine; applying deodorant, combing his hair and slipping some styling cream through it, checking his face for breakouts, then testing his smile in the mirror. He dressed himself, happy to be able to forgo the robes, considering it was Saturday morning.<br/><br/>Returning to the dorm room, he quickly went to his small desk and wrote out a brisk note with parchment and a quill:<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>Preston -<br/><br/>Meet me for breakfast. Straight away. I’ve got news.<br/><br/>- Finley</em></span></div><br/>He folded the note up and sent it to fly to Preston’s room, where it would magically crash onto his forehead, as a means of waking him up, if he wasn’t already.<br/><br/>With that, Finley turned back to Orion on his bed, wishing he had a camera to take a picture of the sight. Then again, he doubted he could ever forget such a picture perfect moment. “I’m going to breakfast with my mate, Preston.” He whispered softly, not even sure that Orion had heard him. “I want to tell him about us.” Finley bristled a bit, no doubt with a twinge of worry. He shook it off though, leaning down again to kiss Orion ever so faintly on his lips.<br/><br/>Before heading to the great hall, Finley snuck outside to smoke a cigarette and help calm himself down. He had never told a mate that he was bisexual, before. It had never come up because, in all honesty, Finley didn’t really date much. He wasn’t quite one for commitment.<br/><br/>Until Orion came crashing into his life like a comet to earth, leaving a huge crater in his wake. He had flipped Finley entirely and though it happened quickly and seemingly without him realizing it, he couldn’t say that he was anything but chuffed to bits about it.<br/><br/>He only hoped that Preston would feel the same way for him. Not that his mate struck him as an intolerant guy or anything, Preston seemed to pretty much go with the flow in most instances. But, something about having to tell another person such an intimate detail of one’s life… was stressful. Finley sighed out the last of his smoke stream and stomped the butt out with the sole of his shoe.<br/><br/>From there, he walked right into the great hall and collected an omelette with hash browns and a glass of orange juice. Moving his meal purposefully to a secluded table at the back corner of the grandiose room, he sat down and spotted Preston a moment later. Waving his mate down, he couldn’t help smiling, even if his insides were still all tied in knots.<br/><br/>He waited for Preston to join him at the table, taking a big swig of orange juice to help sate him. Once he sat down, Finley couldn’t wait any longer. He skipped all the formalities and went straight for the news. “You know my roommate Orion? We, erm, hooked up at the bonfire party and… now we’re dating.” He paused to take a breath, feeling only a minor relief at the fact that he had gotten it off his chest.<br/><br/>Yet there was another weight hanging above him - the weight of not knowing how his best mate would take this news. When a lull started to filter between them, Finley grew anxious and had to keep talking. “I know we’ve mostly just talked about girls. And I do like girls, too. I’m… I’m bi.” Again, a huge sigh left him, yet another wave of disillusioned relief. Yet the strain in his shoulders and the clenching in his chest wouldn’t fade until he heard his friend’s reply, until he knew that his mate would support him and his same-sex relationship.<br/><br/>He could only hope and hold his breath until then.