<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/FinleyRav2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Same shirt and hat in picture, with these pants and these shoes (https://c.static-nike.com/a/images/t_PDP_1280_v1/f_auto/sg6eptadejtqr0qt02ed/dri-fit-mens-training-pants-YPTABWgk.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, 23 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Quidditch Pitch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>He's a Keeper, that one<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Three Days Grace - Riot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixZDTiXiHsc)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Orion |<del>Preston</del><br/><hr/><br/>Although cleaning up another’s wounds was hardly something most would consider to be romantic, Finley couldn’t quite help romanticising the image in his mind. Caressing Orion’s face with a wet cloth certainly had its perks. Getting close enough to take in a scent of arousal and closing the distance even further with a heated press of his lips…<br/><br/>Finley had to shake his head, willing those thoughts far away. Besides, he wasn’t even sure that Orion was interested. Maybe he was just friendly. He released a bit of a sigh.<br/><br/>Apparently Finley had spoken too soon, for just after teasing Preston about the ring, that very ball and chain he had mentioned decided to show up, stomping over to him for a scolding of sorts. That was probably why Preston had missed the hand that Orion had offered for him to shake.<br/><br/>“Come on, then. Quickly!” Finley abruptly told and speedily signed to his dorm mate, before grabbing his extended hand and whisking him away, over to the table. “Best leave the lover’s quarrel alone.” He whispered to Orion, signing while they walked, then cheekily grinning at him.<br/><br/>At the table, he let Orion go first, not really planning on the top notch view it’d provide to him when Orion leaned down. He grumbled at himself, inwardly fighting the surge of excitement flowing through him. He really had gotten backed up, hadn’t he? Well, that’d just have to get fixed at his next shower.<br/><br/>When Orion had finished, Finley took his spot and signed his name up for the only position he could realistically see himself playing; Keeper. After that, and with a courteous wave to the one in charge of it - someone he wasn’t quite sure he knew - Finley turned back to Orion, radiating the sun as he gripped his mate’s shoulders and pumped him up a bit.<br/><br/>“Right! You ready?!” He asked emphatically, using his hands at the same time.