<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/>Standing amidst the few remaining students to be Sorted, Preston could not help but wonder if perhaps he was in for being glared at by Cecilia for the rest of his life.  This was not to say that there were not a lot of worse fates of course.  Her eyes were large and luminous, and while they did seem to be made for narrowing lately, Preston didn't mind overly much.  For one, one their few actually dates, or courtings or whatever, she had been rather pleasant and seemingly effected by his charms, so he could take a LOT of glaring for that alone.  Secondly, the pool of eligible Pureblooded ladies looking to join with his family was not exactly deep, and lots of fish that in shallow waters were very......unappetizing.  No, things could have been MUCH worse.  And there was potential for things to get lots better!  Not much more one could ask for, really.<br/><br/>As the hat proclaimed Cece a Puff, Preston could not suddenly help but worry about his own Fate.   After all, Finley had been sorted already into Ravenclaw, and while that was a surprise to Preston (and probably Finely), he knew that if his friend was on the edge of being Sorted there, Preston himself was miles away.   He supposed Gryffindor was a possibility, Hell, Slytherin was a possibility!  Luckily, it was only a few seconds after his betrothed was 'escorted' from the stool than it was Preston's name being called.  It was almost like they were keeping them close, as if they KNEW.  Which, of course, they probably did.  Winking broadly at Cece as she settled into the Puff table and he took his seat, he could not help but wonder if he was about to serve her a LOT more reasons to glare.<br/><br/>