<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 -> Sorting<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/>By the time the first years all got situated inside the Great Hall and filed into some semblance of order for the sorting ceremony, Cecilia was whipping her head back and forth for any sign of Preston. Finally, some several clumps of people behind her, she spotted his bedhead. Her eyes went wide with a look of consternation as she focused on him with laser precision, telepathically willing him to look directly at her.<br/><br/>When he did, she set out to move backward in line, but a professor quickly righted her with a nudge upon her shoulder. Cecilia gave the woman a look, checking her sleeve for dust with ruffled brows. Never mind that, there were other matters to handle. She flipped her hair and cast her glare at Preston once again, mouthing her words to him so that even from the distance, he'd be able to read her lips: "WHERE. HAVE. YOU. BEEN?!"<br/><br/>A moment later, her name was called out in a bellowing voice which came from none other than the hat itself. Cecilia huffed at the awful timing of it all, promising mentally that she'd lecture Preston later. If he thought he could hide from her, well, he couldn't. With a measured gait, she walked to the stool, running her fingers down her skirt as she sat herself down, making sure to smooth out any wrinkles as she waited for the hat to sort her.