<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<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>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform 9¾ & Hogwarts Express<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Off at last<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Closed - Mentioning Finley & Maria<br/><hr/>Preston’s family arrived at King’s Cross station in the same way that they arrived anywhere, Muggle or Magical, stylishly.  As the large black Muggle vehicle they kept for just such occasions pulled up to the curb, the driver was the first out to open the door.  Next came Preston’s father, of the same name, somehow managing to look impeccable and somehow comfortable in his three piece suit, especially as he turned to hold a hand out for his wife.  Climbing from the large car, Preston’s mother was all old Hollywood glamor, especially behind the large sunglasses hiding last nights indulgences.<br/><br/>By the time Preston removed himself from the car, somehow looking as rumpled as his parents looked polished, his trunk and things were already on a trolley and making their way into the station.  Preston knew the drill of course, having heard it all a hundred times, and he was determined to take the entrance between platforms 9 and 10 all on his own.  Wishing his parents a good few months without him, and taking to heart their advice to not let his studies slip but most of all to have fun, he was soon taking his trolley on alone as they pulled off, heading back to their mansion on the coast.<br/><br/>Hitting the pillar at a dead run, Preston allowed himself a full minute to goggle at the bright red train before he got down to business.  Dumping his luggage unceremoniously with the rest, Preston went around looking for his one friend, Finley.  Preston had what amounted to the biggest news ever to share with his friend, something that could not be put into an owl.  After all, how did you explain to someone that you were betrothed or courting or whatever in a letter?!  No, you told that kind of news face to face.   Unable to find Finn on the crowded platform, it struck Preston that maybe he should have been looking for Cece too as he climbed on the train.  Shrugging his shoulders, Preston knew he’d find her soon enough.  After all, he HAD to get this off his chest!<br/><br/>Moving from compartment to compartment was a nightmare, and Preston was finally forced to give it all up and grab seat.   Sitting in a compartment with another first year and four older students, Preston got a little caught up in hearing about the Castle and almost forgot that he was on a mission.   Excusing himself, Preston left the compartment and started heading down the hallway when he finally spotted Finn at the trolley, and for the briefest second, he thought his friend was talking to Cecilia Price!  I mean, long legs, dark hair, and he WAS behind.  But no, two steps closer and Preston could tell it was a different girl Finley was chatting with.  Grinning wickedly, Preston waved to be sure Finn saw him, and then made the classic curves gesture (https://media1.tenor.com/images/d85b29a3a242e8810d760a4716990160/tenor.gif?itemid=8331077).   Comfortable he had mortified his friend, and unwilling to risk ruining his “game” Preston returned to the compartment.<br/><br/>After all, they’d be to the castle soon enough, and he had his own things to take care of.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>End</em></div>