<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<strong>Mentioning:</strong>Morgaine | Scylla<br/><hr/><br/>Finley hadn’t noticed that another first year had been talking to Silas until the upperclassmen looked at her, slightly further down the table from where they were seated. He could only hear about every other word from the girl, but by the sounds of it, the musings were not really intended for his ears anyway. He kept quiet for a bit, trying to keep from interrupting her partially drowned out words.<br/><br/>The further along the sorting hat got with its placements, the more rowdy the Great Hall was becoming. To be fair, those moments just after someone had gotten the hat placed on their head were still filled with breathless air, as they all waited to hear the verdict and each corresponding table would cheer.<br/><br/>When Silas responded so adamantly, Finley couldn’t help but to laugh. His expose about the insignificance of each House and its attributes was captivating, especially to someone like Finley who had been considering the importance of each House and the weight placed upon each student sorted. “Brilliant point,” he concurred, realizing that it was likely within each and every student to maintain multiple traits of differing Houses, no matter how they were sorted.<br/><br/>“Not to mention, when I think of words to use to best describe myself, I don’t immediately think of the word smart. Y’know? Sure, school comes easy to me most of the time. I never needed to study over the material as much as friends did. But, it seems strange to use that word to describe myself. It’s not a word I’d pick straight away.” There was more to a person than their intelligence. Just like there was more to a person than their ambition, loyalty, and bravery.<br/><br/>The segregation between Houses also painted a picture like those particular characteristics couldn’t overlap within the same witch or wizard. Like, one person couldn’t be both brave and loyal, or both ambitious and intelligent. Which was utter bollocks, obviously.<br/><br/>Silas pulled him out of those thoughts quickly enough, proclaiming himself as the biggest prat in the entire House. He laughed at the remark about how he made the rest of the House look better. “Well, thanks for that, mate.” When he went on to say he was sure Finley would find his place soon and looked bright enough, Finley added another line of gratitude, more sincerely. “Thanks.”<br/><br/>The conversation veered toward the girl who had been talking to, well Finley assumed she’d been talking to herself, but apparently she’d been speaking to Silas. Something about massages and happy endings, which made him snort as he tried to hold back his laughter, but failed to do so. Another shout from the hat signified there was yet another student sorted into Ravenclaw for her first year. Finley automatically clapped, then turned to smile at her as she approached the table, but her scowl was afar off - hopefully not meant for him.<br/><br/>Imitating a chill from the bitter, wintry cold, Finley shivered animatedly once the tall, glacial girl walked on. “Burr. Feel that chill?” He inquired of Silas, who was already warning that she looked rather mean. Finley kept his eyes on her as she sat herself down and pulled a book out, starting to read instead of bothering with food. “Or perhaps she’s just a bit pompous.” He guessed, trying to size her up.<br/><br/>“Then again, maybe she’s just got a case of RBF and can’t help it.” Finley smirked, before reaching out for some spoonfuls of food and decorating his plate with various items. All this talk about the rest of his Hogwarts career was making him mighty hungry.