<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>A simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/be/1a/46be1a786406e29f3ffd33c673188427--sexy-men-hot-men.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 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:30 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Train compartment<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Rosalyn Lamoureux, Nathaniel Warde, Zacharias Warde, Moray Morrigan<br/><hr/><br/>Impressed with Rosalyn’s courage to stand up to an older and fork tongued Slytherin, Iain broke a smile. He watched as she fluidly stepped around Nathanial to speak with Zacharias and Moray. Knowing she was talking, Iain spoke more to Nathaniel, “Ack, Rosalyn, pay this scrote<em>(scrotum)</em>no mind. He’s no a viper – more o’ a grass snake. As kids we bashed ‘em against the rock and fed ‘em to the badgers.”<br/><br/>“We just came ta call upon Rosalyn’s fiancé and no’ the gutter trash Warde.” Iain nodded to Zacharias and then to Nathaniel.<br/><br/>“Looks like you’re gonna be callin’ junior here ‘my lord’.” Iain’s smile cracked even larger. Nathaniel didn’t hold an aristocratic title even with this family’s established and prominent place in the wizarding world. While those things meant little to Iain, the thought of Nathaniel inferior to his younger relative was quite humorous.<br/><br/>The old families of the wizarding world liked to trace their histories back to great wizards or witches or even better…one with a title. Iain’s own family traced its ancestry to King Gregory the Great, Giric mac Dúngail, – king of Alba who conquered England and Ireland in the 9th Century. Racial lines perpetuated based on land and affluence so that generation after generation pure bloodlines were ‘preserved.’ This practice had all but vanished in the modern day with more and more integration of Muggle born and half born integrated into the wizarding world.<br/><br/>Iain felt it was for the better. Pureblood shite like the Wardes existed. On the same token, he’d known mixed blood families that were honorable. It all came down to breeding and the Warde breeding contained a foul stench that Nathaniel would never shake off.<br/><br/>The arranged marriage between the Warde and Lamoureux lines was a bit of a coups for the Wardes. It would introduce a level of aristocracy currently absent. Iain figured it would just give them some other thing to gloat about to non-purebloods.<br/>