<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/545f11e60c28a82bc1652d93407f4868/tumblr_p4gm22rmPT1wz6gjeo9_250.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Halfblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted | First<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform 9¾ & Hogwarts Express<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Getting settled<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Privelege - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOarft2T-l4)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open | Maria<br/><hr/><br/>When her hand raised to grab hold of his, Finley used his leverage to tilt her upright. Just enough to ensure she wouldn’t teeter over. Shortly afterward, her gaze found his and those large, doe like eyes caught him off guard. Her smile was even more profound, although that seemed highly improbable.<br/><br/>She softly spoke, taking a moment to steady herself and professing a meek acceptance of his apology. His hand was still holding onto hers, but he didn’t necessarily want to let it go. At least, not until he was sure she was okay on her own two feet. Yeah, that was the reason. Her following words caused Finley’s head to shake, blinking in confusion. “You? Easy to miss?” A snicker left him. “I whole-heartedly disagree.”<br/><br/>Then she tried to take the blame for him bumping into her. “No, really. It’s mine. I was in a rush to get out and stretch m’legs. Wasn’t watching where I was going.” His head shook as he chuckled at himself. That was when she released his hand, and although he understood that holding onto someone you just met for too long was… odd, he immediately yearned to feel that warmth against his palm again.<br/><br/>Her introduction was just as charming as she was, making his grin grow a little wider when she revealed her name and confessed it was nice to be bumped into by him. “In that case, I’ll need to try and do it more often.” Seemingly, his comment about insurance was a dud. As he had suspected. “Yeah, it’s… nevermind.” But just as he was starting to backpedal, she laughed a gentle, musical sound. Finley was sure his grin had grown even wider, as his cheeks were starting to hurt.<br/><br/>“Right,<em>this</em>time.” He agreed, nodding as he slid his hands into the pockets of his pants. Maria mentioned the snack trolley, which was what she had been searching for. “Oh, right. It’s supposed to come round when the trip is about half over.” He untucked one hand from his pocket and reached around to another pocket, lower along his leg, where he pulled free a pocket watch. Snapping it open, he checked the time, then nodded as he replaced it where it belonged. “Should be…”<br/><br/>He trailed off, then pointed to the opposite end of the compartment they were stood in, just in time for the doors to open and the trolley cart to appear. Finn flashed Maria a winning smirk. “Right there.” Talk about perfect timing. “Let me get you something. It's the least I can do, yeah?” He waved her onward as he walked down the narrow hallway and headed to the trolley. “What would you like?” He inquired, while rifling through his pockets for Sickles.