<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<br/><hr/><br/>He was a few puffs into his smoke by the time a few more people had started to drift into the party. If that’s what it could be called. Then again, he supposed, there was plenty of night time left. Perhaps the plan was that the party would kick off after night officially fell. Either way, Finley wasn’t too bothered. It was a Friday evening - what else was he about to do; Study?! Certainly not.<br/><br/>Besides, a bonfire felt like a necessary distraction from how sexually frustrated he had been all month long.<br/><br/>When an older fellow whose name had escaped Finley, looked at him as if he were annoyed by his very existence, the smoker furrowed his brows and scoffed, then turned to look elsewhere. What was his name? Ian? Lain? Something like that. Sod it.<br/><br/>After a few more puffs, someone had started to approach him, his presence being felt sooner than it was seen, since Finley had been exhaling a rather long plume of smoke with a tilt of his head. He turned in time to see the (just barely) taller guy a second before he nudged into him. Finley had his heels planted on the ground, so he barely teetered.<br/><br/>At least he knew how to speak politely, Finley thought as Lyre asked to bum a smoke. “You can. But since I’m doing you a favor, shouldn’t you offer to do one for me?” He questioned back with a perk of a brow. Maybe others were intimidated by guys two inches taller than them - not Finley. Even though there seemed to be plenty of reasons to be intimidated by someone of his stature, Finley was too much a hothead to ever back down from someone.<br/><br/>Was this about to become a fight, a pissing contest, or the beginning of a most beneficial ‘friendship?’ Time would tell.