<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Cece_Huff_10.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This outfit (http://www.gotceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/celebrities/lucy-hale/hollister-clothing-photoshoot-2014/Lucy-Hale:-Hollister-Clothing-2014--10.jpg) with these heels (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/F1608463_set/1/nude-western-buckle-heeled-sandals) 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>: Hufflepuff | First<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Quidditch Pitch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Ball and chain alert!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Pentatonix - Aha! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhFTiNfPQ0M)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Preston<br/><hr/><br/>It was impossible to stay mad at Preston for too long. Especially when he knew exactly the right words to say to diffuse the situation. He was like a member of the bomb squad for that - and Cece was the ticking time bomb, naturally. Yet, every time she threatened to explode, he came right along and tapped in the exact code needed to suppress the blast.<br/><br/>Which was beneficial for the both of them, in many ways.<br/><br/>Nearly losing her nerve the moment she saw his boyish and charming smile, Cece managed to lecture him, albeit briefly, before enticing him with the temptation of a good luck kiss. Preston disengaged the detonation of his fiance with just a few words and one action. He took the necklace from her hand and placed it over his head so that it hung from his neck. Though his remark about not having thought up such a clever idea may have been a stretch, it was still plenty for Cece to forgive him instantly.<br/><br/>She grinned broadly up at him as he stepped closer, the sun catching against the band of his ring and making it glint slightly. His tone deepened, perhaps a foreshadowing of what was to come, while mentioning that he might need loads of luck. Which only meant one thing; a very meaningful kiss. He snaked his arms around her frame, wrapping her up like a present, before dipping her backward.<br/><br/>Cecilia squealed in delight, her face brightening a few shades, while her cheeks tinted to a coral shade - though that was nearly hidden by her layers of makeup. Her arms wound around Preston, locking them behind the nape of his neck as her body pressed against his, her weight suspended by his strong embrace. His lips sealed against hers deeply and passionately, at a level that she hadn’t quite anticipated. Cece kissed him back with just as much fierceness, left a little dizzy and positively breathless by the time he peeled away.<br/><br/>She pouted when he straightened up again and set her straight, assuring her that it was satisfactory for the luck he needed. Cece licked her lips and gulped audibly, clearing her throat and taking a second to breathe, before straightening out her dress and adjusting her hair. “Right, well, what sort of fiance would I be if not the sort that sends her future husband out with loads of luck?” The question was rhetorical, her voice dipping into something slightly raspy and carnal.<br/><br/>“We must celebrate when you make the team.” She whispered, reaching out to take hold of his necklace with one hand and the collar of his shirt with the other, before tucking the necklace beneath the fabric, and patting his chest twice. “I suppose I ought to stay, to support you during your tryout.” She murmured, not actually interested in watching the sport whatsoever. Not to mention, she knew absolutely nothing about it. But, if it was important to him, then it was important to her. At least, that was how married couples did things, wasn’t it?<br/><br/>“I’ll be right there, watching you the whole time.” She pointed to a spot in the stands at the first row. “Best of luck, Preston.” With that, Cece leaned in for another kiss. “Mmm.” A wave and a turn later, she was making her way to the spot she’d pointed to and sitting herself down.