<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>Suit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/7e/d5/327ed501019edc007fae65626b2395e7.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 30th<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening, Saturday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Room of Requirement<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Dinner date<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lyre<br/><hr/><br/>Iain waited as the music ended and the door opened. Lyre was definitely a sight – well polished, handsome. There was no question Iain was physically attracted to the Slytherin. How could you not be? It was that attraction that could get them into trouble. Iain wasn’t a prude – he had no qualms about intimacy or even gluttony. However, with all his talk he still had yet to have sex. With this stubborn resolve he had it in his mind that he would not cross that line unless he was deeply in love. Iain thought at one time that could have been Lyre. Now he was more tentative.<br/><br/>Iain inhaled as Lyre embraced him, smelling the familiar scents – a mix of darkness and smokiness. It was difficult to describe, but very familiar.<br/><br/>“Thanks…” Iain said as the embrace ended. Looking around the room, it was more formal or dark than perhaps would be normal for a couple of students. The table for their dinner was set nicely and the food smelled great. Announcing the menu, Iain smiled. Good, comfort food was an excellent choice.<br/><br/>“I thought I heard music?” Iain partially asked, partially stated while looking around the room. The Gryffindor took a seat and looked ravenously at the food.<br/>