<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, robes on top<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>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform 9¾ & Hogwarts Express<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Glares and Sortings<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Sorting Hat, Cecilia<br/><hr/>The boat ride from where the train had deposited them to the Castle had been utterly amazing, and coupling that with the walks through the storied Halls that he had heard so much of, meant that all of Preston’s attention was well rooted in the present, and not apparently, on his future.  Chuckling and elbowing the first year he had met on the train, Preston had the strangest sensation, and looked up just in time to see his intended glaring at him and starting his way.<br/><br/>Blinking in surprise as a Professor aborted her approach, Preston somehow got the impression as Cece mouthed those words silently yet somehow harshly at him, that he had gotten himself in trouble.  Well, his father HAD warned him that this type thing would happen, but surely he had not meant this soon.  Taking the elder Preston’s advice, he simply smiled brightly at his intended, his eyes not shifting as he turned around to be sorted.<br/><br/>Watching as she made her way to the stool and sat down, Preston was again struck by her poise and grace, especially in a skirt like that, and in those heels. His parents could have REALLY done much worse.  Tapping his foot, Preston could barely wait until it was his turn.<br/>