<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 just shook his head at Moray’s retort about tact. If anyone had balls, it was Moray. “If Lyre is so concerned about where we stand, I haven’t been invisible.” He shrugged. “Besides, I don’t know where we’re at. Things just happened.” Iain now had to forcibly hold his neck in place with his mind so it didn’t turn his gaze back to Lyre. “He’s a big boy, I wouldn’t worry about him so much.” Iain added.<br/><br/>Changing the subject was a good thing. “Yes, of course she’ll be here.” Iain scanned the crowd for any Wardes or his fellow Gryffindor. “She’s likely just fashionably late.”<br/><br/>Changing focus was even better. “But what about you, Moray.” He pointed up and down her body. “Whose heart are you currently breaking? I heard a rumor.”<br/>