<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/FinleyRav1.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>: Ravenclaw | First<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hogwarts; Great Hall; Ravenclaw Table<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 | Silas<br/><hr/><br/>A couple of faint chuckles left Finley after his hand dropped from the back of his neck. He snickered at himself, a residual smile remaining in place as Silas carried on politely. Finley supposed he was a bit nervous, though it felt strange to admit as much. When the upperclassmen shared a story about his first day, Finley chuckled a bit louder, shaking his head. “Did you?” He inquired, sympathy evident in his tone. “That takes the biscuit, that does.” His smile faded, but in the back of his mind he was thankful that at least he hadn’t fallen flat on his face. Not yet, anyway.<br/><br/>As Silas continued, mentioning that Ravenclaw wasn’t too bad despite some students being obsessed with marks, Finley turned his head to eye up the person he’d started berating. Finley’s grin broke out across his face again when Silas told another random student to shove his O’s… well, up his ass, Finley assumed. He laughed aloud, allowing the image to flash through his mind. Once the laughter subsided, he nodded his head at the sixth year, who encouraged Finley about keeping the marks obsessed students on their toes.<br/><br/>“I s’pose so!” He agreed, still smirking. When Silas kindly offered to help him out if he needed anything, Finley was slightly taken aback. “Really?” He paused. “Thanks, I appreciate that. I really do.” He nodded at Silas and suddenly his shoulders had relaxed a bit. He felt a little better about Ravenclaw, thanks to the sixth year.<br/><br/>“It’s so different being here in person, after hearing about it all my life. I guess I thought I’d feel like I knew everything about this place. But just being here makes me feel like I don’t remember anything I’ve ever heard about it.” He was overwhelmed, it was pretty clear. But, hopefully after some time and adjustment, that feeling would start to fade. In fact, he had started to feel a little less tense already. Enough that he could share what he just had.<br/><br/>After another moment, Finley reached out for the goblet in front of him, which was already filled. “To be honest, I didn’t know where I’d get sorted. Maybe loads of students feel like they’re meant for one particular House but I’ve never felt that way. Guess I thought they all had redeeming qualities but no one House stood out to me as the one I belonged in.” Finley shrugged. “Maybe after a bit, I’ll feel differently.” He looked to Silas. “Did you feel as if you belonged straight away?”