<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Finley<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"<strong>I see another Clark has come to grace the halls of Hogwarts hmm</strong>?" The voice of the hat spoke softly into his mind. "<strong>Just what additions to your family's legacy will you leave behind Mr. Clark?</strong>" It asked as it began to peer into the depths of Finley's mind. Just what was the measure and make of this young pure-blood that found his way to the halls of Hogwarts? "<strong>You see yourself as a Gryffindor, perhaps there is some merit to that thought</strong>."<br/><br/>"<strong>I see talent, immense potential that can grow into something very impressive.</strong>" It said as it gazed into his mind. "<em>You certainly seem as stubborn as you'd expect a Gryffindor to be, and a thirst for glory too. Yet I see a individual who is grounded the type to make sound decisions and seek information where possible. A mind that is capable of making the best of what trouble your instincts might get you into.....Yes I see where to place you</em>."<br/><br/>"<strong>Better be.....<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Ravenclaw</span></strong>!" The hate Bellowed allowing the Ravenclaw table to burst into celebration as it welcomed along it's newest member. Finley was the fourth to be sorted, and just the second Ravenclaw to be join the house. Naturally he would be greeted with warmth once he made his way to the table.