After a harsh quidditch match against Slytherin, the Gryffindor team decided to celebrate. Instead of just throwing a party in the common room like they usually did, they decided to spice it up and clebrate at the Three Broomsticks.

Finnian was shamelessly swallowing down his firewhisky with Gedeon by his side, encouraging him. After winning the match, the Sinnott was very obviously euphoric and the alcohol wasn't helping, so being the social butterfly he always had been Finnian began to talk to absolutely everyone. And at some point, he began walking toward you.

"D'you see how great we were today?" He asked you with a bright smile, shamelessly throwing an arm around you, glass in hand, while his free hand ruffled your hair teasingly.

"What about me? I know I was great but I want to hear your thoughts on it." The redhead added, still smiling with his dimples still very much visible. As he waited for an answer this time, you couldn't help but catch that glimpse of hope that shined in his eyes, hoping that you'd compliment him.