<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Preston_Huff_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Rumpled version of this (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: First Year, Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Too early<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Say WHAT?!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Finley<br/><hr/>Unlike his best friend,  Preston had NOT had a comfortable night of satisfied sleep.  This was not to say that he had not had a good time with Cece almost making it to the bonfire, but more that he felt he had gotten dangerously close to having an EPIC night, but had not quite got there.  Even worse, some rather pessimistic part of Preston was telling him this was possibly going to be the status quo until he swapped out that promise ring for the very real thing.   Laying in bed half awake, Preston was seriously debating if he had any real reason for leaving the warm covers behind him.  Probably not.  He had hours before Cece made an appearance from her chambers, and it wasn’t like he was going to study!<br/><br/>Just closing his eyes for a bit more shut eye, Preston was rudely interrupted by the arrival and subsequent crash of a paper airplane against his forehead.  Thinking perhaps this was an invitation from his fiance, perhaps she had changed her mind!, Preston quickly tore it open and gave it a read.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>Preston -<br/><br/>Meet me for breakfast. Straight away. I’ve got news.<br/><br/>- Finley</em></span></div><br/><br/>Huh.  News?  What news?  Preston thought, a little sourly.  Did he and his new Ravenclaw buddies have some sort of bookish epiphany?  Realizing he was being patently unfair, even in his own mind, Preston climbed from bed with a groan.  Heading for the shower, Preston made quick work of it, just enough to be mildly presentable, and to add to his rumpled nature, he threw on the clothes from the night before.    At least this shower had been warm, he mused as he headed down the stairs for the Great Hall.  Despite popular belief, cold showers only helped with arousal by making you wish you were dead.  At least, that’s how they had made HIM feel.<br/><br/>Entering the Hall, Preston spotted the waving Fin immediately, and after grabbing a plate of pancakes, sausage and a glass of pumpkin juice he made his way over and took a seat.  No sooner had Preston sat down than Finley launched into his news, news that had Preston slowly setting down his knife and fork without taking a bite at all.<br/><br/>“Wait, hold a minute.”  Preston said, his face a flat mask of disbelief as he stared at his friend and held up a hand to stop the flow of conversation.  “You are telling me…..telling ME..you are telling me…” Taking a deep breath, Preston closed his eyes for a second, composing himself before he could get the phrases out correctly.<br/><br/>“You are telling me that you met this fellow, hooked up and are dating all in a month?!  While I am practically married and am still begging for kisses?!” Preston practically exclaimed, winning both the ‘Missing the Point’ and ‘Make It About Me’ awards simultaneously.<br/>