<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 | Sorting Hat<br/><hr/><br/>Finley took in a deep breath, stilling himself and quelling his nerves as best as he could. They were likely just excited nerves, but still, they were rattling around inside him like wild animals locked in a cage. The sorting hat started speaking to him, making Finley focus entirely on the words it chose. He closed his eyes, blocking out the others who were staring at him. He thought of Gryffindor, but also of his parents who were from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Supposedly, any House would be a fine fit, so long as it wasn’t Slytherin. At least, he couldn’t see himself as a venomous snake. He’d much rather be a lion, an eagle, or even a badger.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the hat seemed to think similarly, or at least, it seemed to take his thoughts into careful consideration.<br/><br/><strong>“Ravenclaw!” </strong><br/><br/>After he heard the House he had been assigned to, Finley felt a mix of emotions. Relief that it wasn’t Slytherin, disappointment that it was the same House as his father, and conflict over the fact that he’d likely never know how close he was to getting sorted elsewhere. It didn’t matter though, the hat’s word was final. And just like that, the hat was taken off of his head, and the Ravenclaw table burst out into applause and cheers for him as he approached and took a seat near the end, where the other First Years were collecting.