<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Preston_Huff_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Rumpled version of this (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: First Year, Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Too early<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Say WHAT?!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Finley<br/><hr/>“Oh, believe you me, my lad, if I get the chance to broach the subject, I won’t let the chance go by…” Preston replied, his mind thinking quite hard on how the conversation would go if he asked Cece to let him have a go at her ass as opposed to anywhere else.  Drawing that mental picture in his mind, he could only see it ending in screaming, slapping, perhaps even a broken betrothal.   To be fair to Finley though, he couldn’t be sure.   Like any pureblooded fellow, he had heard stories of girls choosing that route to avoid the risk of pregnancy, but he himself had never experienced it.   Realizing he was ignoring the rest of what Finley was saying in the course of his musing, he snapped back to reality.<br/><br/>“Ha, well I am sure you’ve got a string of broken hearts indeed.”  He grinned, having no doubt his friend had done quite well.  I mean, it seemed he had double the choices for one!  “But count yourself lucky in that last bit.  Being engaged isn’t all bad I suppose, even branded as I am…” Preston went on, abandoning his mostly empty plate in favor of holding up his ringed hand.  “But nevertheless, let’s say you pulled out just in time.  Metaphorically of course.”  Grinning at his own lame joke, Preston pushed his plate away, appetite gone in the course of his deep thought.<br/><br/>“Still, you make an excellent point.  Not much romantic about Hogsmeade, but I’ve not much to work with, and as you’ve said, anywhere else might as well be another planet.  No, I’ve got to work some magic of a very different sort here.  And soon, lest you be burying me from a fatal case of blue balls.”  Preston continued, raising an eyebrow as a passing Ravenclaw girl giggled at what she overheard.  Watching as the girl sashayed away, Preston’s scowl slowly returned, although as he turned back to his best mate, he realized he had a point.<br/><br/>“You are just full of wisdom today, Finely Clark.”  Preston mentioned, although his expression clearly showed his serious consideration.   “But you might be onto something.  You aren’t dating some Ravenclaw tart for Cece to be catty to or jealous of, so that’s a plus.   And if I can spin this glow you’ve about you into a casual mention of intimacy, she might just take the bait.  If nothing else, I’ll plant the seed.”   Thinking back to the night before, Preston reflected on how close he had come to planting some seed indeed, and he figured he just needed a little push to get over the hump.   “Yes, I think we might just have to get the four of us together right soon…”<br/><br/>Starting to say more, Preston suddenly stopped and raised a brow.  “Hold on, what was that bit about falling in love now?”<br/>