<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>: Unsorted | 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>Sorting Hat | Preston (kinda)<br/><hr/><br/>Nearly the entire time she was sat at the stool and waiting to be sorted, Cece had directed her impassioned glare at Preston, who was still waiting in line for his turn to be sorted. She connected eyes with him, her gaze narrowing, almost looking as if she had been trying to telepathically communicate with him.<br/><br/>That wasn’t too far from the truth. In her mind, she spoke to Preston.<em> ‘You’d better get sorted into the same House as me, or I swear…’ </em><br/><br/>When her head shook, it was clear that her internal thought had stopped at just the right moment. The sorting hat atop her head - definitely not a fashionable look for this century - was muttering inside her head, interrupting the internal scolding of her betrothed.<br/><br/>Cecilia finally shut her eyes and focused on the words the hat had shared. It seemed to debate between Gryffindor and another for a moment, though her inner workings cringed at the idea of being associated with the lion mascot. Besides, ‘brave’ was not a word she’d ever use to describe herself.<br/><br/>Finally, it decided on Hufflepuff and Cece’s arms raised above her head, nearly smacking the Professor in the head. After the hat was removed, Cecilia slipped off of the stool, adjusting her skirt with a few swipes of her hands. Once that was done, she waved like royalty to those who were staring at her and applauding. Taking a curtsey in a way that was hardly humble and entirely vain, she was finally prodded off the dias by the Professor.<br/><br/>“Alright, alright!” She snapped, glaring at the Professor - there were clearly plenty of glares to go around - before heading off to her proper table and joining her fellow Puffs.