<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 & Moray<br/><hr/><br/>Iain cocked his eyebrow. "I dinna think you'd remember." He was being honest. Lyre was an anomaly at times. The Scotsman paused - perhaps longer than comfortable. He look ed at Lyre obscurely. "Dinner, aye. Weed no."<br/><br/>Moray on the other hand. "Here Lyre is offerin to buy ya dinner. Take him up on it. Pick the most expensive place you can." Iain chuckled.<br/><br/>Then then mocking seriousness paused. "Let me be clear, Savage. No ménage à trois happenin."<br/><br/>