<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 & Lyre<br/><hr/><br/>To be stuck with a couple of Slytherins could have been worse than Moray and Lyre. Moray was funny, a flirt, but not hideously dark. Lyre definitely had a deeply hidden dark streak. It proved quixotic for the straight shooting Gryffindor. How could a person be so open and so closed at the same time? It wasn't natural! But there was so much more to Lyre that intrigued Iain. In fact, Iain couldn't exactly remember their falling out...not that he would admit that to anyone.<br/><br/>"Weed, Lyre?" Iain sighed with a half smile and a shake of the head. Iain took another swig of his drink waiting to see if anyone would offer some.