<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>Moray (noticing Lyre and Finley and Rosalyn)<br/><hr/><br/>Iain laughed out loud this time. "Moray, thanks for the offer, but I don't think you need to talk to him. He can brood with his new Ravenclaw toy." Iain grinned. Lyre was at times quite intense which certainly interested Iain, but the young Gryffindor had a hard time being serious. Life was meant to be fun and school was the time to experience all you could experience. Iain could see doing that with Lyre...most of the time.<br/><br/>"I'm convinced Rosalyn Lamoureux was birthed into this world fully clothed, makeup perfect, and a glowing smile on her face. Once outside she turned to everyone, thanked them for being born and then served high tea." Iain could have gone on. His Gryffindor friend was an old soul that made life a little better for those around her. Underneath it all, Rosalyn wasn't as stuffy as she portrayed...but everyone had their secrets.<br/><br/>"I could start a rumor. Let's see...how about that kid over there." Iain pointed to Xerxes. "He's a Slytherin, isn't he?"<br/>