<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/>Getting on with Preston was quite easy for Finley. It was one of the main reasons he considered the Hufflepuff his best mate. Even after divulging something so personal and navigating his way through what was certain to be an awkward conversation, Preston made light of the matter, causing all discomfort to disappear and not leaving any breaks in their talk for uncomfortable silences.<br/><br/>As he continued scarfing down his breakfast, Finley had to consider for a moment, just how much he appreciated Preston’s positive reaction to his rather big news, and the fact that he didn’t so much as bat an eyelash at the confession. He hadn’t asked any prodding or ignorant questions, he hadn’t so much as looked at him differently. Even as he tried his best impression of an arrogant cad pureblood, Finley nearly choked on his food with laughter.<br/><br/>He knew it was no more than an impression the moment Preston began talking, as it was rather obvious that his mate would never actually believe the bollocks he was spewing. “Indeed, lucky for me.” Finley grinned as he concurred. “The right worst, you’d be. Worse than any Slytherin, being the Hufflepuff you are.” He broke out into another set of chuckles as he considered an evil version of Preston. It was almost too difficult to picture.<br/><br/>As their talk reverted back to Cece and Preston’s difficulty in landing any meaningful goals, Finley chugged some of his juice. He set it down and released a sound that signified the orange juice was as fresh as it was refreshing. When he called her ‘our Cece’ Finley held up his hands in a display of innocence. “Oi, I’m fairly certain she’s<em>your</em>Cece, mate." For good measure, Finley pointed at the promise ring on Preston's finger, which said TAKEN on it, as if Cece herself was screaming it anyone who looked.<br/><br/>Still, there was a point being made in what Preston was saying. Apparently Preston was suffering from a right awful case of blue balls. After bringing up the possibility of anal as a means of preventing pregnancy, Finley’s brows cocked at Preston, who laughed between bites of his pancakes at the very idea of it. Perhaps anal wasn’t their thing, he considered pensively.<br/><br/>“Hey, it could happen!” He defended his previous statement, but a slight smirk existed on his face anyway. Though he knew of quite a few pureblood girls who got around the risk of getting pregnant by doing just that, he also knew that it was not something every girl even considered doing. In fact, just picturing Cece taking it in the back door was… Well, best not to picture it at all.<br/><br/>Preston carried on to give Finely a bit of a tip about pureblood girls and how nothing was ever free. Apparently muggle girls and half blood girls were a bit easier to deal with in that regard. Finley grinned as he considered it. “It’s all that being spoiled rotten and utterly well off coming to bite us lads in the ass, isn’t it?” The mention of his yacht made Finley roll his eyes. “Aye, a yacht always helps, doesn’t it?” Not that Finley would know, which was sort of the point.<br/><br/>As Preston let his thoughts get carried away with him, Finley noted how he paused when mentioning Cece’s lovely mouth, just after hearing a gaggle of girls giggling. He tried to silently tell his friend that he was in the clear and that Cece wasn't among them, but Preston had dropped the topic anyway. Finely cocked his head to the side, really feeling for his friend. No doubt about it, the man could definitely use a bit of play. “You best figure something out mate, before it withers up and dries out!” He teased, smirking broadly.<br/><br/>Preston brought up Orion again, inquiring a bit about what their relationship meant, before predictably turning the focus on himself. Finley scoffed aloud and shook his head. “As if your Runes is high on the priority list.” In all seriousness though, Finley straightened up and situated himself a bit better against his seat.<br/><br/>“You’ll see just as much of me. But, if you don’t see me, don’t come looking for me. Because it might just mean you walking into something you really didn’t want to see. And can never unsee.” He launched into a flurry of laughter. Not only would he not want to see it because it wasn’t his thing, but Finley was sure he also wouldn’t want to see it because it’d undoubtedly make him quite jealous of all the action he was missing out on.