<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/>Preston was, with his limited experience with his fiance so far, expecting a very different reaction to his rather evocative turn of phrase.   Mainly, he had expected them to go right back to snogging each other fiercely, and perhaps even continuing a little further.  Instead, as his words hit Cece, it seemed at first like she was about to dive right back in, when instead she drifted off dreamily, and spoke about her ideas for their first time.<br/><br/>Shocked outside of his ability to modulate his reactions, Preston reared back a bit, tugging on their locked fingers and pulling his fiance toward her toes.  For all that he was engaged, Preston was not one to be free with the word “love”, and like all boys his age, was a little startled when it was thrown his way suddenly.  Just because you wore a ring was no reason to rush such things right?!<br/><br/>Looking down into Cece’s large and dreaming eyes though, Preston had to reconsider.   After all, in love or not, they WERE getting married.  So, why not just be in love right?  Of course, Preston did not know exactly HOW Cece planned to know they were in love compared to what they were right now.  And how was HE going to know?  Putting that aside for later thought, Preston instead concentrated on the ‘perfect’ part.  He figured he knew Cece enough now to know what she meant by perfect.  But how to arrange it?<br/><br/>With those thoughts running through his mind, mostly for later consideration, Preston smiled down at his bride to be, reaching up to slowly slide a stray wisp of her hair back behind her ear.  “Well, for my part, it will be perfect, simply because it’s with you Cece.”  He replied, laying it on a little thick of course, but her expression seemed to call for it.  “But if it is perfect and in love that you are asking for, well I am a man of my word, I shall do all I can to see you get it.”<br/>