<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)<br/><hr/><br/>Iain was about ready to join some Gryffindor friends for some wholesome rabble-rousing when he was approached out of nowhere by Moray Morrigan. He’d had interactions with Moray. She wasn’t a sleezy, sneaky Slytherin like some. The two were in the third year together so were in the same classes. “Ro…” Before Iain could even really participate in small talk, Moray was on to her real question.<br/><br/>The Scotsman wondered why the Slytherin minx approached him for conversation. “Moray, you’ve got about as much tact as a goblin hoarding his gold.”<br/><br/>Iain looked over to Lyre. There was no mistake – Lyre was the kind of hot that got the blood boiling. There was also a darkness that inexplicably pulled Iain towards the Slytherin.<br/><br/>“What’s it to you?” Ian asked Moray while tearing his glance away from Lyre.<br/>