<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/>It was a deflection of questions. Something Iain had come accustomed to with Lyre. The Savages were at times the epitome of their family name, but it wasn’t reason to dismiss an entire family tree. The Blacks had the same thing happen to them.<br/><br/>“Me? Ack…well I suppose I’ll be workin’ for the Ministry. Likely for the Department of Magical Games and Sports with me da.” Iain said while continuing to gobble up the food. “You really did a fine job on the food.” Iain beamed.<br/><br/>There was a moment of silence and Iain broke it, looking directly into Lyre’s eyes.<br/><br/>“You never sang for me, Lyre.” Iain was being honest and his demeanor held no ill intent to tease. “I didna know you could.”<br/>