<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/FinleyRav6.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Casual outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/09/90/f0/0990f0a8a3bc075389477f09d7e50536--men-fashion-casual-mens-fashion.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>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Bright and early<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Confession time?<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Diamond Eyes - Deftones (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qksTlo_1Tpw)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Preston<br/><hr/><br/>Preston took his sweet time and in so doing, kept Finley on pins and needles all the while. He watched his mate as he dragged himself to the food and collected a pile of it, his eyes boring into Preston’s unkempt hair and drilling into his still tired looking face, trying to telepathically communicate with him how pressing the matter was.<br/><br/>By the time he finally joined Finley at the corner table, the Ravenclaw was about ready to burst. So, he imploded and unleashed his entire confession, probably speaking much too quickly in some places and avoiding eye contact nearly the entire time. Once finished, he sighed out a long breath, only to hold it again when Preston seemed frozen in place.<br/><br/>He set down his utensils - one in each hand - almost as if Finley had just drew his wand and was threatening his very life with it. Internally, Finley was screaming at him.<em>‘Say something! Anything! Blimey, did you not hear me?! Do I have to say it all again?!’</em>After a short eternity, he finally got what he’d asked for and Preston started to respond. If one could call it that.<br/><br/>As he repeated himself a hundred times with tons of dramatic pausing in between, Finley felt himself squirm in his seat, his legs bouncing vigorously beneath the table. He was just about to interrupt Preston to shout at him to just spit it out, when he seemed to compose himself and finished his bloody question.<br/><br/>His exclamation was not at all what Finley had expected, especially after he’d dragged it out for as long as he did. The prick. At first, he stared at Preston for a long moment. Then, he threw his head back and started laughing. So loudly, in fact, that it drew some others attention as well. It took a bit for him to come down, wiping a finger along his eye as his laughter subsided, in time.<br/><br/>“I admit, I wasn’t sure what reaction to expect, but THAT… That was definitely not one I would’ve predicted.” A few residual chuckles followed. “Oy, seriously mate. Thanks. I’ve never really said it to someone before and I thought you should know. I’m so relieved that you’re cool about it.” Though, come to think of it, he hadn’t expressly said those words, had he?<br/><br/>“I mean, you are cool about it, right? I sort of thought… it shouldn’t matter<em>who</em>we fancy and I imagined you’d feel the same but I guess you never quite know until you’re talking about it.” He chuckled nervously, glancing down at his food again before taking a rather large bite of eggs. “Now, you mean to tell me that you two’ve been engaged since summer and you still haven’t scored?”<br/><br/>Finley flashed an amused grin as he finished the portion in his mouth. “And you call yourself a Quidditch player!” He admonished, lightly. “Well, what’s the problem? Other than the fact that she doesn’t want to ruin her precious makeup by snogging all day?” He was teasing, and hoped Preston wouldn’t mind that it was at his fiance’s expense.<br/><br/>He’d never say those things to her face, after all. Who in their right mind would?!