<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/>While Maria rambled, Finley simply leaned back and enjoyed the show. It was quite a nice sight to behold; her soft, pink lips moving to articulate the words she was speaking. He didn’t mind it in the slightest, so when she apologized for digressing, Finley held a hand up, pardoning her with a gesture. “Nothing to apologize for,” he encouraged with a small shake of his head. “I quite enjoy it.” Finley flashed her a charming smile, hoping it helped to negate any pervy connotations in his last remark.<br/><br/>Perhaps even more remarkable than watching her lips moving while she spoke, was watching her face light up as she giggled, along with the bashful way that she hid part of her face behind a delicate hand. He allowed himself another moment to watch her, to really appreciate the sight, before he felt the need to tear his gaze away, difficult as that was to do.<br/><br/>A sudden chuckle fled from Finley when Maria described a scenario with the nurse, mentioning that her airbags didn’t deploy. He thought better than to correct her with a line about how he commonly referred to them as ‘fun bags.’ Just the same, he laughed it off and bit his tongue, only adding a bit when he was sure he wouldn’t say something stupid. “She’d probably report us to the Police and then we’d wind up with a ticket on top of everything else.”<br/><br/>Their small talk at the sweets trolley was enough to make Finley realize that he was quite enchanted by her shyness. In and of itself, it was like a conundrum. Though she appeared reserved in a number of ways, she also started to show signs of opening up and enjoying herself in his company. Well, that feeling was certainly mutual. She assured him that she was no trouble, though that wasn’t the intent of his words, and hers warranted a perk of his brow. He eyed her suspiciously when she corrected herself and claimed he caused her no trouble.<br/><br/>“Are you sure about that?” He quizzically asked, though he expected no answer. It was more to jokingly poke at how she had slipped up the first time she tried to say it. With the topic of sweets on the line, Finley seemed able to convince her about why the inferior options were as such, inferior choices. He was thankful for that. It wasn’t until he mentioned levitation that Maria looked away, down at her skirt, before murmuring that they should avoid them as well. Finley hadn’t even considered the predicament she could have wound up in, had he not mentioned it. “Right.” He nodded, a comically serious expression on his face.<br/><br/>Once they had all of their supplies, Finley led them to an unoccupied train compartment after Maria mentioned it. He barely managed to slide the compartment door open with a finger, given how much he’d been holding, but once it was propped open just slightly, he shoved the rest of the way open with his shoe. “There we are!” He announced, looking at the empty space inside. “All to ourselves.” He grinned, then leaned down to set the items on one of the seats. “Which one were you wanting to try out first? Pumpkin or chocolate?” He asked from over his shoulder, intent on opening one of the packages straight away, whilst opening the pumpkin juices.<br/><br/>He handed one bottle to her, then perched the other against the sill of the window at the opposite side of the compartment. As he waited for her to decide, he took a swift sip of juice and released a sigh of satisfaction at the taste. “These taste even better than they sound,” he jovially informed her. Setting it back down on the sill, he sat himself on a seat, scooting the boxes closer and looking at the two options as he considered which one he wanted to try first. “I’m thinking… since we’ve got the pumpkin juice already, I’d like to give this cauldron cake a try. I’ve heard it’s a quick favorite. My aunt used to buy these by the armful and keep ‘em round for snacks during the year, because they apparently sell out very quickly at Hogsmeade.” With that, he opened up the box and showed Maria how it looked out of its packaging (https://hips.hearstapps.com/del.h-cdn.co/assets/17/24/480x368/gallery-1497282953-cauldron-cakes.jpg?resize=980:*).