<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/>Finley finished the last few puffs of his cigarette, knowing full well he likely wouldn’t get another opportunity to smoke for hours. Enjoying each and every drag he obtained from the smoke until there was nothing but a filter in his grasp, he flicked it to the ground and stamped it out with the sole of his shoe. Grabbing his effects, he then hurried along through the crowd and ran at the pillar between Platforms 9 and 10.<br/><br/>He had been told about it enough times to know exactly what to do and per his request - which was more of an insistence - he was there alone. Of course, saying goodbye to his family was important to him, but they had already thrown him a surprise farewell party. There was no need to prolong the parting song, as it were. So, after handling his baggage and boarding the Hogwarts Express, he took in a deep breath.<br/><br/>This was it. It was finally his time. He’d be able to see Hogwarts with his own eyes, instead of living vicariously through his parents and aunt. His younger cousins would be all over him come the holidays, undoubtedly wanting to know every bit and parcel of his experiences at the magical institution. Knowing Finley, he’d likely be only too happy to share as much as he could remember, with them.<br/><br/>The train was taking off and Finley was in a compartment with a few people he didn’t know. Then again, he supposed he wouldn’t know many people at all, unless they had gone to the muggle school he’d attended for the majority of his life. Once they took off and had been maintaining speed rather than building it up, it seemed the students were free to walk around.<br/><br/>Finley did just that, leaving his compartment and immediately bumping into someone. “Oh, shit.” He spun quickly round to look at what - or who - he’d just hit. Of course, it had to be a gorgeous girl. “I’m sorry, are you alright?” He asked with furrowed brows, raising his hands as if to offer some sort of assistance, though they just looked a bit awkward hanging there for seemingly no reason.<br/><br/>“I’m Finley,” he felt the need to give his name, but chuckled shortly after. Truthfully, he had only said his name with the hope that she’d reveal hers. “We should probably exchange insurance information, in case you need any repairs or whatever.” He joked, though the minute after he said it, he wondered if it had even made sense… or if it was even funny, for that matter.