<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/F2423d8d64a15b172e91c29a17aeaf0f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Finn Goodkin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342209.msg16184287#msg16184287)<br/><strong>Grade:</strong>Newt - 1st<br/><strong>Track:</strong>Transmutation<br/><strong>Time|Date:</strong>May 1st - Early Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shown.<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Gobsmacked<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Observation Gardens<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>I Need A Himbo (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1qBhCKAhKk)<br/><hr/><br/>Ever since arriving in the Elder Providence the evening before, Finn had been too focused on getting to the school and settling into his dorm room to really pay any attention to the world beyond those strange four walls.  He was accustomed to sleeping beneath animal pelts when the weather demanded, but largely lying beneath nothing but a panoply of stars - so the closed-in room felt claustrophobic and confining in a way he was very unaccustomed to.  There were drawers to put his meager belongings in, but they barely filled two and he looked from the dresser to the closet, wondering if he would be expected to accumulate enough clothing to fill all of that space?  With that concern bouncing around in his head, he'd gone for a walk through the school and only avoided getting hopelessly lost by dint of a naturally brilliant sense of direction.  Still, when he'd finally returned to his room, he realized he had barely seen a fraction of the building and felt more uncertain than he ever had in his life.<br/><br/>That sensation only deepened the next morning when he woke with the sun and felt a deep sense of disorientation as he stared at the ceiling from the pallet he'd made on the floor, finding the bed too soft and small to be able to sleep in comfortably.  After a couple of hours spent in rigorous exercise, he washed up and put on a fresh set of clothes, wondering how he was meant to clean the others when he didn't have a convenient river nearby to take them to.  Making a note to ask one of his teachers, he left his room and followed the sounds of the hullabaloo in the gardens, his dark brown eyes wide as he peered around at all the decorations and stalls.  He skirted the crowds, his large frame and 6'7" height making him fretful over inadvertently trodding upon the smaller people mingling around the grounds, especially when he was so distracted by ogling the wonders around him.<br/><br/>The scent of food drew him inexorably to the stalls that displayed their wares and whose aromas flooded his mouth with saliva.  He didn't recognize most of them but spied one merchant offering smoked haunches of meat - the sight of which made his stomach growl loudly.<em>"Food?"</em>The croaking voice of the round frog perched atop his simple, hand-carved staff split the air as the scents woke the sleepy beast.  Finn grunted in response and headed for the stall with the meat, though he glanced toward the sugary funnel cakes next door with undisguised interest.  He didn't recognize the golden brown batter covered in white power, but he suspected it was like the honeyed frycakes his mother often made and should be reserved for after a proper meal.  "What will you take in trade for your biggest haunch?"  His voice was a baritone avalanche that rolled through his broad chest and was far too resonant to be quiet but yet managed to be soft in an unexpected way.  His brow furrowed as he peered at the vender and then beamed broadly at the assurance that there was no cost to students, accepting the offered leg with relish.  "Gratitude and blessings to you, kind merchant!"<br/><br/>Turning from the stall, he stepped away and stood off to the side as he tore into the juicy meat with his strong teeth and jaws, unmindful of the grease that dripped down his chin.