<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black Lake Bonfire<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lyre<br/><hr/><br/>Iain watched as Lyre pointed against his chest. "The Room o' Requirement?" Iain thought for a moment - was he regretting this or was there anticipation. The emotions were so close it was difficult to decipher. "Psh, I always arrive in style." Iain said mockingly. He was more apt to be found in jeans and a tshirt, though could dress up if the occasion called for it.<br/><br/>"But let's up the ante, Lyre." Iain contemplated then spoke. "No magic." He motioned around. "No waving a wand to make a dinner appear out of thin air. No charms, no spells...just your culinary abilities on display."<br/><br/>