Finnick was Finnicking Finnickily, hiding underneath a staircase and reading a book.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he quickly squished into the corner and tried to be as silent as possible. He figured a teacher was coming to tell him to get back in class.

Upon seeing it was a student, not a teacher coming to yell, Finn grinned and ran a hand through his messy hair.

“Heya,” he said as he patted a spot next to him. “Thought you were a teacher. Whatcha up to?”