<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/>Finley wasn’t commonly confused, but Lyre seemed to make it his mission to drive the first year to the brink in sanity. After making all that fuss about bumming a smoke, once one was offered, he refuted, claiming it as a bad habit - one he didn’t partake in at that.<br/><br/>His brows both furrowed and raised when Lyre tucked the end of it against his ear. “What are you on about?!” It wasn’t a shout, but it was close to one, the frustration starting to strike at his vocal chords.<br/><br/>Apparently he wasn’t finished with his attempt to make Finley go daft. Out of nowhere, he brought up Finley’s father, whose name he intentionally revealed. How many of his peers knew his father’s name and connections? That wasn’t the part that bothered him though. What did, was the insinuation that Daniel Clark was in any way questionable.<br/><br/>“Oy,” he started warning Lyre with a hand that pointed toward the older lad’s chest. But whatever final comment he had made was almost entirely muted after Orion approached them. Lyre wisely removed himself from the conversation and as he walked off, Finley muttered under his breath - not signing for Orion because his hands were too busy replacing the cigarette in its antique home. “Well done. Good on ya for walking away. Tosser.”<br/><br/>After another few puffs taken in rapid succession, Finley flicked the cigarette and spoke one of the first spells they were taught in Transfiguation class: “Evanesco.” The end of it had flown through the air, only to vanish all at once. If not for the anger bubbling inside of him, he’d have appreciated that successful spell a bit more.<br/><br/>He turned back to face Orion, who started signing as he approached, nearing his side. Finley had to admit, he rather liked seeing Orion there - beside him. He smirked at first, taking a moment to shake his head, before raising his hands to sign back. “He was on about some tosh or another. He’s a right nutter, he is.”<br/><br/>Still, the idea of a tickling charm was pretty appealing. Orion leaned against Finley then, who thought his dorm mate had fallen or tripped. Reflexively, his arms raised up and caught him, though it caused him to essentially hug Orion even closer. After a moment, he realized this and tried to backpedal.<br/><br/>“Uh, sorry.” Letting go of Orion, he waited until he was in his dorm mate's sights to sign the apology. “You’re not completely sloshed, are you?” He carried on signing, then reached into his back pocket for a stick of gum, offering one to Orion before taking one for himself. After unwrapping it, he folded it neatly and stuck it atop his tongue, slowly cleaning his mouth and freshening his breath after partaking in his nicotine fix. “I s’pose I could use a tad to drink, meself.”