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Finley sat towards the back of the lesson today as he watched the professor talk about the asteroid belts and whatever else they were learning about today. He really wished he didn’t find Astronomy so boring but he could hardly help it. He took a couple of notes, specifically about the different...

Finley Baros Gryffindor

Finley slid into his station and looked at his mandrake. He quickly retrieved his journal and wrote out what he was going to do with the mandrake before actually doing it so he could get it out of the way, it was all going to be the same stuff anyway, so he didn’t really see the need to do...

Best mate!

Finley headed into the Great Hall, he was going to write an article about the Halloween party so of course he had to attend, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it, and he was probably going to have come anyway, since it was Halloween and he liked Halloween. Who didn’t like dressing up? He’d...

Finley didn’t know why history of magic had to be so boring - he supposed a lot of it was because it was obviously in the past, which meant - at least for him - it wasn’t very important. However the professor mentioned animagi and really Finley liked anything that involved animals of any form...

Finley took his place in front of his mandrake and stared it down. It was in the toddler stage now which meant he was starting to see a bit more a personality and it meant that he was more able to identify it when he had to go looking for his mandrake. It was much more noticeable. Maybe that was...

Finley Baros as Jughead Jones

Finley entered the greenhouse and pulled on his earmuffs. It was clear they were going to be working with mandrakes today since they had the earmuffs and probably for most of the rest of this semester he assumed. He continued about his class, doing what needed to be done for the mandrake before...

Finley blinked, struggling a little to keep up with what his whirlwind of a friend was saying. It was so quick he wasn’t even sure it was in english for a moment before he managed to catch on. “You… what?” he said, before she was able to breeze past him like she owned the place. That was Mania...

Finley had been headed for the courtyard too (hi mania) for one thing it wasn’t raining out, like it had been the majority of the week - ugh September - and secondly because he was almost positive he had heard someone singing and ever the curious sticky beak that he was he obviously wanted to go...

Finley wasn’t sure where the confusion was coming from, but he blinked at Angelo and shrugged. “You look like I told you we eat our textbooks for breakfast,” he was sure some people might have tried that before, but he definitely wasn’t one of them and his dad wasn’t the right healer for that...

Finley wasn’t ready for school yet, truly he wasn’t. He still wanted to sleep until midday and then nap through out the day with Tinsel or Glimmer (never Ace) He sighed when he headed into the greenhouses, a Hufflepuff scarf wrapped securely around his neck. he nudged Mania when he spotted her...

Finley had heard murmur about this thing, and honestly he was glad that Ten was getting back into potions again. He didn't know much about her history with potions, because he spent more time with Felix, he supposed, but he loved Ten too, so he wanted to support her in whatever she was doing...

Finley smiled and waved at both Finley and Mania when he walked past them in the classroom, to sit over in the corner at the front. Mania, of course, was being her normal self when she took a flower to the professor and pouted. She’d not thought to get him one, now he was just offended. He shook...

"Dad there's someone at the door, can I go check?" He saw his dad look up from where he was currently feeding the snakes and nod. They had to be careful when feeding because it was the one time the snakes forgot they could all talk to each other and just started fighting if they didn’t get the...

Mate probably

Finley was trying out for the Quidditch team again this year, though he wasn't entirely sure why. He liked the idea of being on the team and playing with the people on it. He'd watched every game last year and he wanted to be there with them, winning at every opportunity. His palms were sweaty...

Finley listened to what Angelo was saying, tapping his quill against the parchment as he thought about it. “Yeah, we probably should have grammar,” he could agree with that he supposed, but he also grew up without this stuff, so he wasn’t entirely sure to be honest. “I guess they just expect us...