<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<strong>Mentioning:</strong>Preston<br/><hr/><br/>It was only too easy for Finley to maintain a constant smile on his face while in the presence of Maria. The promise that she made about how her ramblings were only getting started, worked to stretch that grin on his face a bit wider. Every time she giggled and insisted upon flitting a hand over her mouth as if to conceal it, that grin he wore broadened a little more.<br/><br/>Honestly, he was amazed at how well things were going with her. They were just having casual conversation and all, but he was actually making her laugh - just by being himself.<br/><br/>Although Finley’s attention was almost entirely devoted to the beautiful girl in front of him, a flash of something behind her caught his interest for the briefest of moments. He looked over her head and beyond her, to where his good mate Preston was standing, observing them with his usual, impish grin. Finley made a face at him as soon as Preston’s arms raised, and his hands made the universal hourglass gesture. His stare intensified at his friend, as if to silently scold him, when really he was more hoping that Maria wouldn’t notice his antics.<br/><br/>With a sweeping motion, he quickly guided her away from the trolley and further down the train’s hallway. Thankfully, he managed to evade Preston, who he was sure would not let the fact he was chin wagging some gorgeous girl on the train, go.<br/><br/>As they made their way to the cabin and Maria confirmed adamantly that she was certain about him not being any trouble, he had to turn over his shoulder before closing the compartment door and sealing them inside the pod, all tucked away from the other students. “I’m only jokin’” he chuckled out the sentiment, then situated himself on a seat and displayed their purchases on the cushion beside him. While he busied himself with the task, Maria commented about how lucky they were to find an empty cabin.<br/><br/>“Yeah?” He questioned, a curious expression on his face, his brow perking, as if to inquire for further commentary. She then expressed, with no lack of cuteness, that they were all alone and he was quite stuck with her. “Then I’d consider myself the lucky one,” he announced, a smile creeping over his lips, while his gaze flicked toward hers. While he thought of it, Finley passed her the bottle of pumpkin juice, one of his fingers brushing along hers as the beverage transferred between their grips.<br/><br/>“I’d have to agree,” he remarked to her comments about the cauldron cake. “I’ve never tried the trolley sweets either,” he gave a slight shrug. “I reckon the thought is that they were too good to keep and not eat, so I s’pose I can’t have expected anyone to save any for me.” He chuckled, thinking about the chances that it still tasted remotely good after a couple of decades.<br/><br/>Gently, he handed her one of the boxes of cake and kept one for himself, popping it open at the same time she opened hers. Looking inside, Maria spoke about how amazing they looked. By the time she mentioned she almost hated to eat it, Finley had already shoved about half the cake into his mouth. His cheeks puffed out as he looked at her with wide eyes. “Whuu-” he started, his mouth much too full to be speaking. “Oghh wrrry!” He incoherently spoke, trying to subside his laughter while he chewed the large piece.<br/><br/>After washing it down with a sip of juice, he sighed out his appreciation. “They taste amazing, too!” He offered, then held up a hand for her, as if to encourage her to try some. “Go on, give it a go!” He insisted, not in a bossy tone, but rather in a supportive one. Wiping his mouth slightly, making sure he hadn’t left behind any unsightly crumbs of chocolate, he waited for her to take her bite, then inevitably, for her face to light up at how delicious it was.<br/><br/>“Now, as for your question about what I’m to do with you in here…” He began, a wicked smirk playing in plain sight. “I was thinking that we’d finish our sweets and maybe continue to chat.” Finley’s words were very near innocent, despite a deeper and darker timbre. It may have hinted that there was more he wanted to do with her in that cabin, but knew he shouldn’t. Even though her legs all clad in sheer, black tights, were very appealing. It took a great deal of effort to keep from staring at them. “Unless… there was something else you were hoping for?” He inquired, losing that hint of innocence from earlier with it.