<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>Open<strong>Mentioning:</strong>Preston | Orion<br/><hr/><br/>After a bit of convincing from his friend Preston, Finley decided that he had nothing to lose in attending Quidditch tryouts. The worst that could happen was he wouldn’t make it. The team that was. Though he supposed there was also a risk of death, wasn’t there? Best not dwell on that part for too long.<br/><br/>With a duffel bag in one hand and his father’s Firebolt in the other, Finley walked out to the Quidditch pitch. He couldn’t help reflecting about the fact that his father was in this very spot decades prior; trying out for Keeper of the Ravenclaw team. It annoyed him to no end that the path he was gravitating towards just happened to be the same as his father’s.<br/><br/>Finding a place to set his bag down, he leaned the broomstick against a bench and took a seat, waiting for things to get started. He was craving a cigarette but opted for chewing gum instead, pulling a stick out of his bag and folding it neatly, before placing it on his tongue and starting to chew. He figured he’d hear enough lectures about needing to quit before it became a permanent habit from his peers, he didn’t need it from the team, too.<br/><br/>With a careful look around he spotted Hikaru - another first year who belonged in Slytherin - chin wagging with an older girl from Gryffindor, if her robes were anything to go off of. Finley looked down at his own choice of outfit then, wondering if he’d under dressed for the event. Yet, Quidditch games were played in more functioning uniforms than their typical schoolwear, if he remembered right. He shrugged to himself, opting not to worry over it.<br/><br/>Another look to the opposite side and Finley was wondering where Preston and Orion were. Surely his mate Preston wouldn’t be late - unless his fiance had been dragging him this way and that like usual. Right, maybe he would be late, then. Orion on the other hand seemed very punctual, at least their time together as dormmates had proven as much. Idly, he wondered which position Orion would be trying out for, and why he hadn’t thought to ask.