<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>Hogwarts; Great Hall<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 | Sorting Hat<br/><hr/><br/>After the long train ride and the trip across the lake via rowboat, Finley was finally able to stretch his legs on actual Hogwarts property. The other first years all huddled together, walking in a large clump through the halls, as they were led by upperclassmen and professors into the Great Hall. Finley wore the plain black robes that his father wore when he had attended Hogwarts. He hoped that his faded shade of black didn’t stand out too much against the much newer looking tints that surrounded him from every side.<br/><br/>Then again, he supposed there were more important matters to concern himself with, such as which house he was to be sorted into. So, while various students were called up and seated on the stool, only for the sorting hat to shout out which house they were assigned to, Finley waited for his turn. He clapped along with the others when the students were placed into their respective houses, most of them wearing beaming grins and clearly enthralled with the choice that was made for them. Perhaps it was a choice they had anticipated for themselves.<br/><br/>Finley on the other hand hadn’t been so sure. His father was a Ravenclaw and his mother was a Hufflepuff. He supposed that if he had to see himself in any house, it’d be Gryffindor, but then again, that house didn’t seem to fit his personality in every aspect. Perhaps there was no house that truly appealed to him. But, either way, he was content to leave the decision up to the hat. Finally, when his name was called, he took a deep breath and approached the stool, sat down, and waited for the hat to be placed upon his head, then closed his eyes and listened intently.