<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/>Iain's gaze moved over to the covered phonograph. Perhaps some kind of intimate music was best left in silence. Iain wasn't sure where this date would lead, but he was sure where he would stop it...if necessary.<br/><br/>Without further nudging required, Iain grabbed his utensils and began to eat. "Thanks," he said while staring at the food in front of him. The creaminess hit his tongue and his taste buds were pleased. Decadent sauce with perfectly cooked noodles. "You made this, Lyre?" Iain looked up with a shock and then smile on his face. "It's bonnie." He dug in for more.<br/><br/>The two turned to pleasant conversation as the dinner continued on.<br/><br/>"Me? Ack, I'm doin' fine." Overall Iain was. He was concerned about Rosalyn and of course he wasn't the best at academics...he passed but wouldn't go down in history as brilliant. "My family? I mean...what's to day. Everyone's doin' fine. My brothers are keepin' busy with work. Makes me wonder about what's gonna happen after Hogwarts."<br/><br/>"What about you? What are you gonna do after this place?" Iain asked, hoping for a truthful answer.<br/><br/>