<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/>Preston brandished a fork grandly, the effect somewhat ruined by the piece of pancake barely clinging to its tines.  “What do you mean if I was like that, you low born cad!  I’ll have you know I’m from the finest line of…” That was as far as Preston could make it before breaking out into chuckles.  He had not been at Hogwarts long enough to really get down his Snooty Slytherin imitation yet, but he was definitely working on it.  “I’d be a positive nightmare, right?  Just the worst.  Luckily for you, I’m all charm and such.”  Preston grinned, although his own words brought back the nights lack of adventure, which only compounded with Finley’s advice.<br/><br/>“Yeah, just a bit of snogging in the courtyard was all, and believe you me my lad, no one shuts down a bit of fun before it goes to far like our Cece.  The girl conjures a wall of indignity like you’ve never seen.”  Preston continued, his bitter tone modulated greatly by the memory of Cece’s smooth thigh under his hand.  All the best things were worth waiting for, right?  If only he could convince the fellow below his belt of that!  At the rest of Finley’s advice, Preston could not help but bark out a laugh.<br/><br/>“Oi, could you imagine.  Little Miss Cece opening up the back door, straight out the gate!”  Preston chortled, stuffing his face with more sugar laden pancakes between laughs.  “Not that its likely to come in handy, entrenched as you already are in a relationship, but let me give you a little pointer on pureblood girls.”  Preston lectured, his voice deadly seriously, although his twinkling eyes made a lie of his tone.  “Nothing comes for free, and the more you want something, the higher the price climbs.  It’s why I’ve always been luckier with the Muggle girls, and the half bloods.  Well, that and the yacht.”   He shrugged.<br/><br/>“And speaking of which, don’t think I’ve not thought of the Lake a time or three in the last few hours.  It’ll be a miracle if I’m not blue as a cornish pixie before I talk Cece into a bit of a romp.”  Running his hand through his thick hair, Preston’s voice dropped.  “Still, I have to admit she has a lovely mouth, and I wouldn’t mind…” Just then a few girls came giggling through the doors, and Preston instantly clammed up, afraid Cece might have been one of them.  Glancing over his shoulder to see the coast was clear, he decided on a different topic.<br/><br/>“So what’s it mean, you and this Orion dating?  I hope this won’t mean I’ll see even less of my mate.  Who is going to help with my Runes?  Although, he is a Ravenclaw too.  This might just work out alright after all.”<br/>