<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse<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, 29 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black Lake Bonfire<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Who doesn't like a bonfire?<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Orion<br/><hr/><br/>It was in that moment Finley thought he knew what others meant when they said they were on cloud 9. Quite literally, he had felt in a fog after withdrawing from their kiss. It was similar, he thought, to what flying through clouds might feel like. Only ever so slightly more arousing. The kissing bit, not the flying bit.<br/><br/>Blinking heavily, Finley released a long, contented sigh. It was like a weight had been lifted. How long had he wanted to do that? And finally, it had happened.<br/><br/>Orion drew his attention back to him with the flash of his hands, asking about his drink. “What? No.” He animatedly responded, his hands adamant in their signing. With their hands still latched together, Finley shifted where he sat and used his free hand to swipe his thumb adoringly across Orion’s lower lip, which was largely captured by his teeth.<br/><br/>“I’ll do it again if you keep that up.” He whispered, referencing the lip biting.<br/><br/>After another moment, that hand started to move again, caressing Orion’s cheek and jawline lightly. There was nothing left to do but agree to his deduction. “<em>Really</em>good.”<br/><br/>In the distance, a little closer to the lake, some commotion caught Finley’s attention, making his hand fall away from Orion’s face as he turned toward the noise. It seemed like a first year was caught in a scuffle with an upperclassman, who had drawn her wand on him. “Bugger, and I forgot to bring my wand,” he muttered, not even thinking to sign it to Orion.