<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Preston_Huff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Could be chilly - with black sneakers (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>: Hufflepuff. -  First year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Clocktower Courtyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Oh my~<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Cecilia<br/><hr/><hr/>Things had been going so well too.  Cece had been getting bolder and bolder, far more so than anything he had seen on their courting dates before school began, and certainly more than he had even gotten a glimpse of at Hogwarts.  Now though, it appeared that all the fun was over, and as she wrenched herself from his grasp (going as far as to push him - even if it didn’t budge him in the least), Preston was suddenly warring with himself to either be dejected or angry.  Luckily, before either of those normal teenage boy emotions could take hold, his Chadwick blood took over.<br/><br/>Stepping back the space Cece had tried to acquire with a push, Preston made quite the show of shrugging and picking at his sweater to return it to its proper placement.  “Well, I<em>did</em>warn you, Cece, so you are just as much at blame.” He replied, shrugging again, and unlike his fiance he did not hide his wide grin in the least.  After all, it HAD been fun while it lasted, and while he was positively ACHING below the belt, he knew there was light at the end of the tunnel at least.  And from Cece had shown tonight, some very interesting light indeed.  “You really must be more careful on what you ask for.”<br/><br/>Struck with an epiphany by that phrase, Preston leaned down, although this time it was only his face that drew close to the girl.  “You see, you ask for something, and well, I am positively compelled to make sure that I give it to you.  And I think you can hardly blame me…”  Leaving that innuendo laden phrase floating there in the air between them, Preston gladly took Cece’s hand and let his fingers lace with hers.  “But no, it won’t be pregnancy right away by any stretch.  Although to be fair, it won’t be for lack of practicing.”  Shaking his head, Preston hoped the water got very cold here.  “Now what do we know about this Balor fellow.  I don’t think I’ve ever met him…”<br/>