<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse<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>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black Lake Bonfire<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Who doesn't like a bonfire?<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lyre | Orion<br/><hr/><br/>The sideways stare that Finley exhibited to Lyre was one that clearly meant to size the older lad up. Even as the Slytherin explained that the one in need of a favor was actually him, Finley’s eyes seemed to narrow as he took another steady drag. It took a bit of restraint not to blow the smoke in Lyre’s face with the way he insinuated that chatting with the ‘lonely’ First year was actually doing Finley a favor. Instead, he held back the urge and turned his head to the side, exhaling the stream of smoke away from them both.<br/><br/>When he turned to regard Lyre again, it was with a cocked brow. He carried on talking as if he had some sort of authority over Finley simply because he was the older student. Finally, he leaned a bit closer, to the point where Finley could’ve easily raised a pin and deflated that puffed out chest of his. Someone needed to, at some point. “You’d be singing a different tune if you were being interrogated by the police for hours and hours. I bet then you’d do just about anything for a puff.” Finley smirked subtly, but noticeably. Apparently that image had pleased him.<br/><br/>“Even if I needed a favor, I wouldn’t be holdin’ my hand out like a charity case.” Finley shifted where he stood, turning so that he had faced the older lad, while his free hand reached into his pocket. “But collectin’ them is a different story.” He murmured, dropping his voice a bit lower. His hand retracted and procured his vintage case, which he spun in his fingers and opened with a simple push of his thumb. Setting the filtered end against his lips, as if to perch it there for a moment, Finley pulled a hand rolled cigarette out and offered it to Lyre.<br/><br/>Sucking in a drag as he replaced the case where it belonged, Finley pulled the cigarette away after sharply inhaling. When he next spoke, the smoke seeped out of his mouth with each word, a few wisps rolling from his nostrils. “You can bum a cigarette, Lyre Savage. Just don’t go round sayin’ I never did you any favors. And remember that if I ever come to you in need of one.”<br/><br/>On that note, and perhaps just in the nick of time, Orion appeared with a friendly wave. Finley’s face instantly lit and his posture promptly relaxed. “Hey Orion!” He waved and did the simple shortcut sign they had worked out for his name. Though probably overdressed for a bonfire, Finley had to admit that Orion could definitely pull off a suit. When he drew nearer, Finley gestured to the suit, then continued to sign. “You pull that off really well.”<br/><br/>Another puff of his smoke and exhale later, he nodded at his dorm mate, unintentionally looking him up and down. With a winning grin on his face, he flashed his hands quickly to sign another sentiment. “I can’t decide what I like better. Athletic or formal wear.” The memory of Orion in that nearly skin tight outfit at Quidditch tryouts filled him with heat not unlike that which emanated from the fire.