<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/FinleyRav1.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>: Ravenclaw | First<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hogwarts; Great Hall; Ravenclaw Table<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Getting sorted<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Make Yourself - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTfkd7dHVSM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open | Silas<br/><hr/><br/>No sooner had he took a place at the Ravenclaw table, smiling sheepishly and offering one small, barely noticeable wave to those gathered, than Finley’s mind started racing. Ravenclaw; he was placed in Ravenclaw. Was his career at Hogwarts really going to be determined by the House that he was placed in? He sat himself down in front of a plate, eyeing the grand feast in front of him with a rather lost and absent gaze. Everyone he had ever read about in the history books was always associated with their House. It was almost like a label that the sorting hat decided, but was stuck with them for the rest of their lives.<br/><br/>And his House was the same House that his father had been placed in. His father, who wanted more than anything for him - his only son - to enter a career in Magical Law Enforcement. Even though Law Enforcement had absolutely no appeal to him whatsoever. A small sigh left him as he started considering the traits of a Ravenclaw and began figuring in his head, which of those traits applied to him. The Hat had said a few things about his personality; he was stubborn, but he was also grounded. He sought glory, but he was realistic and practical at the same time. Well, as much as a seventeen year old could be, he supposed.<br/><br/>His strayed attention brought him to the sight of Maria taking her place upon the stool. Soon thereafter, the hat called out Hufflepuff for her House. Finley smirked at the choice and clapped his hands together softly. It seemed like a fitting placement, at least based on how little he knew about the girl. It was strange to think about how the girl he met on the Hogwarts Express had been placed into Hufflepuff - just like his mother. And he was placed in Ravenclaw - just like his father. After being classmates for two years, they started dating and were married shortly after their education had finished.<br/><br/>It was another possible future that his parents hoped for him. Yet, Finley couldn’t quite imagine it for himself. Being so young and so committed to one other person, indefinitely. Making a family so quickly after schooling. Those were things he never envisioned for himself, and thinking about it for too long made him itchy. Perhaps all of that would change after a couple of years. Finley returned to his blank stare which was situated on the perfectly bronzed chicken in front of him, when suddenly, someone sat down beside him.<br/><br/>Turning to look at the visitor, he managed a small, crooked smile, just as the upperclassman introduced himself. “Hey. Thanks, mate.” His grin grew a little wider. Though he may have felt like the odd one out in Ravenclaw, it was nice to know that some of his House mates were already willing to greet him properly. Especially sixth years with nice smiles. The other guy’s hand extended and Finley was quick to extend his out in turn, grasping a firm, but not overpowering, hold, before pumping once in a quick shake. “Finley Clark. First.” He chuckled and brought his hand to the back of his neck, idly rubbing it. “But I guess that much was pretty obvious given the… sorting. I’m gonna stop talking now!” He announced, after realizing what a git he sounded like.