<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Preston_Huff_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Casual Blue Suit in the pic, robes on top<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform 9¾ & Hogwarts Express<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Glares and Sortings<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Sorting Hat, Cecilia<br/><hr/>Sitting comfortably on the tall wooden stool, or at least so he appeared on the outside, Preston was nothing but eager and excited for the weathered old Sorting Hat to be placed on his head.   A competent young wizard from a long line of wizards, Preston had absolutely no doubt that he fully belonged in Hogwarts, the only question remaining was where.   In Preston's own young and barely formed opinion, he had traits that could conceivably land him in any of the four Houses, so the chance to be 'read' and placed by so powerful a magic item was going to be very, very fascinating.   After all, how often in life was someone lucky enough to have their personality not only read and explained, but then placed in a group of supposedly like minded individuals?  Relaxing back, Preston's eyes travelled from where Finley had settled into the Claw table and chatted with his new mates, to where Cece sat staring at him from the Puff's.  Fascinating indeed.<br/><br/>As soon as the cloth touched his head and began speaking into his mind, Preston ignored the rest of the room, his eyes rolling upward as he concentrated on everything the hat had to say.   Ok, so sure it took a quick jib at his name, it was to be expected he supposed, the hat living most its 'life' on a shelf, it had to use this moment for all it was worth.    Luckily the artifact got right down to the nitty gritty after that, and as Preston thought about it, it pointed out a bunch of things he probably already knew.  While Preston had a lot of traits that the other Houses valued, except for Ravenclaw apparently - which stung a little, he wasn't very in depth with any of them.  Not enough for one to be a prevailing trait at least, so not long after landing on his head, the hat sent him off to Hufflepuff.  While some might have seen this as simply putting him with the other 'undecideds', Preston liked to think that not being railroaded along one trait made him the future man of the world he planned to be.<br/><br/>Rising up from the stool, he grinned openly at the attending Professor, the expression only growing at the exuberant cheers from his new House.  Moving with sure strides to the Hufflepuff table, Preston took a seat directly next to Cece, his hand reaching out under the table to give her stocking covered leg a squeeze, his fingers perhaps lingering just a second too long before rising to the tabletop.  "Happy day, isn't it?"  He said, leaning close to speak into her ear over the cheers and continued sortings.  "And in the same House as well.  Can't ask for much better than that, can we?"