<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/FinleyRav2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Same shirt and hat in picture, with these pants and these shoes (https://c.static-nike.com/a/images/t_PDP_1280_v1/f_auto/sg6eptadejtqr0qt02ed/dri-fit-mens-training-pants-YPTABWgk.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, 23 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Quidditch Pitch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>He's a Keeper, that one<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Three Days Grace - Riot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixZDTiXiHsc)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Orion | Preston<br/><hr/><br/>The right fright that Orion had given Finley was apparently rather funny to him. He couldn’t help letting a few more residual chuckles loose just at watching how Orion struggled to keep from showing how humorous he found it all. Besides, with Orion smiling so brightly, the soft sound of barely audible laughter flowing through him, how could Finley not relish the moment?<br/><br/>Though they hadn’t known each other very long, Finley had gotten used to reading Orion’s face. Not that he knew what every expression he made meant, or anything. Still, it sometimes paid off that he bothered to pay such close attention. A perfect example was in the way that he reacted to Finley’s words and signs about how obviously surprised he was to find out Orion was planning to go for Beater.<br/><br/>His response veered in another direction though it still left Finley to wonder if Orion was offended or put off by his moment of shock. It wasn’t that he felt Orion couldn’t handle it, but rather, that he couldn’t quite picture it. Orion struck him as someone who needed the protecting, not someone who fended off the attacks. It was odd to think of him as a defender.<br/><br/>Then again, perhaps Orion felt he was best suited for that position because he was good at handling a broom and a bat at the same time. Finley regretted thinking that, because it quickly unraveled into wondering the extent of his multitasking abilities. Thankfully Orion’s signing forced Finley to pay attention again. He quickly got his words in before it was too late.<br/><br/>“Hey, I may have loads of Healers and Medi-Witches in my family, but don’t think that means I’m suited to fix you up properly.” Truth be told, despite not wanting to go down the road of a career in Healing, he actually did know enough to be able to help fix someone up if they were in need of minimal care.<br/><br/>“Not to mention, if you bleed on my sheets, you’ll need to replace them.” He wasn’t telling Orion anything he didn’t already know. Besides, Orion would likely be the one to freak out more over stains like that than Finley. When he mentioned that Seeker was his first choice, Finley’s brows furrowed in confusion.<br/><br/>Though he provided a decent explanation for his decision, Finley still shook his head mildly. “Your first choice is there for a reason. It’s your gut instinct. You should always go with your gut.” A very small part of his mind started to consider if Orion only wanted the Beater position in order to watch his back, as he had mentioned. Surely not.<br/><br/>When he reached out and cupped Orion’s shoulder, it was for a moment like time had paused. But that moment was a fleeting one, and all too soon, their surroundings came crashing back down around them once again, making him withdraw as a familiar pull worked downward from inside him.<br/><br/>Orion turned and started to walk off just as Preston came by and greeted them both. With a glance at where he’d come from and who may have been behind him (an annoying but gorgeous girl who was always just a short pace away, if not attached at his hip), Finley finally noticed the sign in table. “Oy!” He nudged Preston with a tap of a fist to the arm. “Brilliant! They can’t turn you down that way!” Finley launched into laughter.<br/><br/>He had quite impeccable timing, honestly. If not for him, Finley may have wound up popping a stiffy right there on the pitch, and causing his pants to tent in a rather overt way, given the sweats he wore. Thankfully, there was nothing like a surprise visit from Preston to ensure he wouldn’t go popping any boners. Even more so if his other half was with him. Speaking of…<br/><br/>“So, where’s the ball and chain? Did she break a nail and have to dash off to the Infirmary?” Finley’s tone must have spoken volumes. It was clear that he didn’t wish her any ill will, but at the same time, if she had been occupied with other things for hours, he wouldn’t bat an eye. “You plannin’ to play Quidditch with that ring a’ yours?” He had to ask.<br/><br/>Before too long, Finley would gesture to Orion, catching his eye when he was able, and pointed out the sign in table. With that, he flashed his hands at his dorm mate. “Come on then, we ought to sign in.” He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch Orion again, but couldn't without a valid reason. That would have made him look like a complete knob. Right?