<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 listened seriously...at first. Lyre did have a wonderful voice. It was playful and melodic simultaneously. The words caused Iain to then chuckle and roll his eyes. The Gryffindor leaned back in his chair and continued to listen. "I guess I should be payin' more attention to the choir...though don't people get drowned out with everyone singin'?"<br/><br/>The two continued to have flirtatious chit chat as they devoured the food. At the end, Iain pronounced it was a success. "I'm not doubtin' your culinary abilities anymore. And clearly ya got a singin' voice." He looked back over his shoulder. "One more test." Whipping out his wand, he made a flick of his wrist. "wingardium leviosa" The sheet covering the phonograph levitated and fell to the ground. "But, can ya dance." Iain kicked back from the table and walked over to the player. He turned it on, the music began playing.<br/><br/>Walking back to the table, Iain extended his hand. "Might I have the honors?"