<div class="floatleft">(http://www.wetpaint.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/14549977_1189164604501232_3497961772638273536_n.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Same pink sweater in picture and this skirt, with heels (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0d/11/c8/0d11c87d6ea0ef48a4bd1407205777e3--black-tights-black-leggings.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Great Hall -> Hufflepuff table<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Time to get some color tied to this drab ensemble!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Pentatonix - Rather Be (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPWPa-HMpj8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Preston<br/><hr/><br/>No sooner had the sorting hat bellowed out Preston’s chosen House than she erupted into applause, the first of the sorted and assigned Puffs to clap for their newest member. A long-winded sigh of relief flew from her lips like a gust in a storm, while her shoulders slumped slightly. Not too much though, posture was important.<br/><br/>He made his way over to the thunderous applause and Cece’s smirk widened. There wouldn’t be many times where she didn’t mind sharing the spotlight. But she’d have to make exceptions for her betrothed, and this seemed like one of those moments. So, she let him shine for just long enough. When he took his seat beside her, Cece’s hands dropped to her lap, and his soon followed closely, resting against her thigh with a bit of a squeeze.<br/><br/>She squirmed in her seat, her eyes widening at him while her mouth dropped open. After a moment she mouthed his name to him, feigning shock about his hidden display of affection. Too soon, his hand withdrew. Cece pouted in response, before his words found her ear, after he leaned closer. “You’re quite jammy, aren’t you?” She questioned, though it was mostly rhetorical given the state of things. Perhaps his promise ring had acted as a bit of a good luck charm. “Right, you<em>are</em>intended to marry<strong>me</strong>, so of course you’ve got the best of British luck.” Cece beamed.<br/><br/>“If you didn’t wind up in the same House as me, I’d have been gutted. And then I'd have to handle it my way.” She affirmed with a sage-like nod of her head. “But you’re here and I’m chuffed to bits!” She squealed, much too loudly, before turning to wrap her arms around him for a hug, with her head resting on his shoulder. After a moment, she tilted her face so that her lips were very near his earlobe, and whispered to him. “This way we stay nice and close.”<br/><br/>Leaning back, she took his hand in hers - not to hold, but to inspect - her eyes laser focused on the ring finger in particular. “You’ve worn it!” She exclaimed excitedly, admiring the promise ring (http://stylesatlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/Men-Promise-Ring.jpg) she had picked out for him. Naturally, it had to exclaim in all caps that he was TAKEN. To be honest, she’d been worried he might have forgotten. Turning back to face him again, she slipped her hand against his, lacing her fingers with his. “Brilliant.”