<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/>Despite his own very real predicament, and the fact that they were really not much closer to figuring out how to storm Cece’s gates, the way that Preston leaned back with a cat’s grin showed that he was sudden very much enjoying himself.   Indeed, for all of his frustrations, Preston had never one to get down or dwell on his troubles long,  especially when something so very fun like his best mate getting completely flustered presented itself.  Finley was, after all, usually the more reserved, and definitely cleverer of the two, while Preston tended to feel things in the extreme in the moment, only to forget them and move on moments later.<br/><br/>With his bordering on evil grin in place, Preston pushed aside the rest of his meal, more than happy to let the house elves of Hogwarts do their jobs.  “Why, who is this Finley Clark in front of me?  Full of sage advice, yet careless with his words?” Preston asked, rather over doing the wide eyed look of surprise that he gave his mate.  “Hmmm, perhaps that’s it.  Those years of blockage, clear at last, have freed your mind.  Alas, they seem to have taken your filter with them!”<br/><br/>Ready to go into vivid and mortifying detail about Finley’s freudian slip, Preston instead spotted Orion entering the Great Hall looking even more rumpled than he did, and<em>dancing</em>of all things.  Raising an eyebrow, there was no accounting for taste - something he was sure people said about him!, Preston worked on keeping the rest of the expression the same until the other Ravenclaw was hugging Fin.   “And here is the man responsible now!  Morning Orion, and just let me say, I am thrilled with the changes you’ve brought out in old Fin here.  And in such a short time as well!”  Yes indeed, Preston was ALL grins.<br/>