<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/>His grin broadened after Maria thanked him for his compliment. In truth, her slightly bashful smile was what caused his to stretch a bit wider. She was quite a sight to behold, even more so when a smile broke out over her features and caused her pale skin to glow. Instead of replying, he settled for a nod of acknowledgement. It occurred to him then that he may have been enjoying the view a little too much and should probably stop staring before she felt creeped out.<br/><br/>Again, his ears were struck with the sound of her giggle. It was hard not to chuckle in response, and impossible to wipe the dopey grin from off his face. “Agreed,” he concurred easily. Well, at least that bit was settled. “Right! My legs were starting to get all prickly. You know, like when you lose the feeling in them?”<br/><br/>He rolled his shoulders, seemingly stretching out his back slightly. “At least the train ride isn’t that long.” Finley started. “Er, well, that’s what they say, anyway.” It wasn’t like he’d ever actually taken the trip before. For that matter, it wasn’t like his parents would have remembered exactly how long the train ride was when they were students decades prior.<br/><br/>Maria was agreeable about him bumping into her again, albeit, perhaps with slightly less force the next time. “Right. Must remember not to barrel into you next time. Wouldn’t want to have to send you off to the Infirmary to get fixed up.” Though they were just having a casual conversation, Finley couldn’t help feeling a bit of tension in his chest. Talking with her was easy, despite her beauty. But, standing in front of her, somehow, was trying.<br/><br/>With perfect timing, he called the arrival of the snack trolley, trying to keep his smirk from looking too cocky as the trolley witch approached. Maria complimented his timing and Finley’s gaze fell away in what had to be a morsel of embarrassment.<br/><br/>Truthfully, he had done the math in his head just that quickly. He’d heard the story from his family members before - knowing how long the train ride typically took, he was able to divide that time in half and figure out the halfway point, which was when he knew the snack trolley made its rounds. From there, he just figured the difference between the compartments and the end of the train, which was where he assumed her cart was set up, and there you had it. Perhaps a spot of it was luck, too.<br/><br/>Eager to change topics and get back onto the much more significant subject of snacks, Finley offered to buy a little something for her. They made their way quickly over to the trolley cart and Finley had to remind himself to greet the witch before studying the candies she supplied.<br/><br/>It was adorable how Maria tried to bypass the offer, suggesting he didn’t have to. “I know I don’t have to. I’m not obligated to or anything. But I want to. For your trouble.” He reassured her as best as he could, before she and the witch got into a conversation about the types of candies available. When Maria asked for his opinion, he shifted where he stood, pointing to each item as he talked about them.<br/><br/>“Well. Must say, I understand your concerns about the chocolate frogs. Though they’ve only got one good jump in ‘em to begin with, it’s still a bit disconcerting how lifelike they really are, isn’t it? Then, Bertie Bott’s beans are a bit of a risky gamble. Half the box is decent while the other half is rubbish. Sugar quills probably taste alright but I’m in favor of of my teeth, personally.” He snuck a glance at Maria, hoping his opinion about the potential for cavities wasn’t too offputting.<br/><br/>“Finally, Fizzy Whizbees I’ve heard might be made of animal parts and beyond that, they cause you to levitate whilst you’re eating them” Finley shook his head, demonstrating that he was very much against the idea of not being in control of something such as floating in air. “Then, we’ve got the Licorice wands.” Finley made a disgusted face. Enough said. “Which leaves us with the Pumpkin pasties and the Cauldron cakes. Both of which I’ve heard are delicious.”<br/><br/>He turned to Maria, dropping his arm to pass the witch a couple of Sickles. “Let’s say two of each.” Finley placed the order for them both, planning it out so that they could each try some of one, and have another for later. Depending on which one she favored, he might even give her his extra treat.<br/><br/>Not long after that, the trolley witch handed them over four petite boxes, two of which containing the Cauldron cakes and two of which containing the Pumpkin pasties. “Thanks!” He grinned, taking at least two from the woman so that Maria didn’t have to hold the lot. “Shall we sit somewhere to eat these? Oh, right. Almost forgot.” He turned over his shoulder again, taking out another couple of coins.<br/><br/>“Two pumpkin juices, as well, if I may.” The witch smiled to the pair and handed over two juices, which were conveniently in bottles with a pumpkin shaped cap. Finley nodded to the witch afterward, balancing the two bottles and two boxes in both his hands, as he waited for Maria to take them someplace to enjoy their share.