<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/>Preston made full use of his time not talking to scarf down a few more bites of breakfast, leaving his plate a bit of a war-torn wasteland.  It was always a pleasure eating at Hogwarts, where the food was plentiful and hearty, and away from the pretentious nature of some pureblood dining.  “Aye, yes, it could help.  Hell, it might even at that.  But can you see me simply broaching the subject? To CECE?  Careful handling mate, thats the watchword with these pureblood princesses.  Luckily, she is a far cry from the worst of the lot.  Oh, the stories I could tell you.”  Shaking his head, Preston pushed those thoughts from his mind, concentrating on the matter at hand.<br/><br/>“Yes, well, the yacht won’t work on Cece.  Her family is more well off than mine…” Preston mused.  If he noted that Finley perhaps found his cavalier attitude to wealth a bit annoying, it certainly didn’t show as Preston plowed on, full steam ahead.  “The key I think, it getting her alone, all nice and posh.  A dinner or something.  Not here though.  It will have to be special.  Hogsmeade then.  Probably a bit beyond them down at the Broomsticks, I’ll be putting lipstick on a pig there, but beggars can’t be choosers.”  Snapping from his musing, Preston’s eyes narrowed slightly.  “Mind you, the pig in this metaphor is the Broomsticks, not my fiance.  Lest you think you’ve finally found that blackmail opportunity.”<br/><br/>Preston was only able to keep that face a moment before breaking into laughter, a sound that only increased as Finley made his warning about not coming to find him lest he find him in a compromising situation.  “Gah!  I’d be scarred for life!”  Preston said, throwing his hands over his eyes as his silverware fell to the able with a clatter.  “Finley Clark having more sex than me!  I’d never recover.” He continued, catching right on to where his best mate had been going with that.  “On the plus side, Cece will never get jealous.  Trust me when I say, that’s not a road we want to go down.”<br/>