Preston Paine
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 590
- Wand
- Curved 9 1/2 Inch Flexible Chestnut Wand with Mermaid Scale Core
- Age
- 2/2020
Looking himself over once more, Preston Paine nodded to his reflection in the mirror. He liked the way he looked, and with a final glance, he made his way out of the door and the common room. Heading up the steps, Preston was pleased that he'd gone with a less traditional suit color as he would stand out from the many suited guys in the hall. Where he had tried his very best to fit in for so many years only to be made an outcast by the very person he had trusted most, Preston had begun to embrace his individuality over the past year. He was learning to speak up for himself more with mixed results. It hadn't worked out so well for him with all of the trouble that he'd gotten into with Styx, but that was nearly in the past. Tomorrow, he'd be getting his wand back since the semester would be officially over. The teen couldn't wait.
Stepping into the Great Hall, Preston looked around the room. He'd taken a while to get ready, letting his housemates have free rein of the room while he went to shower. By the time he'd returned, they were all either gone or just about ready. It had been great getting ready in peace, even if it meant he was a little late to the party. The food and drinks were still flowing, and that was where Preston headed first. He cut through the crowd easily, his height and bulk making it both difficult and easy to get through to the tables filled with snacks. He moved slowly though, glancing around at the other people in the room, smirking as he spotted some of the Heta Omega girls. Turning away, he finally made it to the table and grabbed a gingerbread cookie, biting off the head as he made his way to a table to sit at. It felt only slightly odd to be at the ball alone, but Preston felt differently about things. He had called it quits with Indiana in his head, freeing himself up for another relationship. The sixth year was excited at the prospect of going out there and meeting someone new. He was young, good-looking, president of the Brotherhood. He was confident that he would be a catch for someone.
Stepping into the Great Hall, Preston looked around the room. He'd taken a while to get ready, letting his housemates have free rein of the room while he went to shower. By the time he'd returned, they were all either gone or just about ready. It had been great getting ready in peace, even if it meant he was a little late to the party. The food and drinks were still flowing, and that was where Preston headed first. He cut through the crowd easily, his height and bulk making it both difficult and easy to get through to the tables filled with snacks. He moved slowly though, glancing around at the other people in the room, smirking as he spotted some of the Heta Omega girls. Turning away, he finally made it to the table and grabbed a gingerbread cookie, biting off the head as he made his way to a table to sit at. It felt only slightly odd to be at the ball alone, but Preston felt differently about things. He had called it quits with Indiana in his head, freeing himself up for another relationship. The sixth year was excited at the prospect of going out there and meeting someone new. He was young, good-looking, president of the Brotherhood. He was confident that he would be a catch for someone.