<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 smiled as Lyre removed his tie and opened by saying he wasn't dating anyone. But that smile faded slowly with Lyre's next pronouncement.<em>Had sex?</em>The lump in Iain's throat was so large he found it impossible to swallow.<em>What had this evening been? A lie?</em>Iain's smile was replaced by a solemn expression.<br/><br/>This was exactly what Iain didn't want. It was exactly his fear with Lyre Savage. Would the playboy change his ways? It was too much to process, especially for someone simple like Iain. Iain wasn't a simpleTON, but led a pretty simple life. He didn't get caught up in negativity or drama. It was both a gift and a curse.<br/><br/>This was screaming drama which in turn caused Iain's mind to yell<em>run away!</em><br/><br/>"Can you?" Iain asked, the word completely void of emotion.<br/><br/>Turning from Lyre, Iain's mind turned dark. Darker than he would ever admit...darker then he could even understand. "Perhaps you need to face your demons, Lyre Savage."<br/><br/>Without another word to Lyre, the Gryffindor walked out of the Room of Requirement. Once outside, he turned to face the door. He stared at the door for a moment perhaps hoping Lyre would bust through it, but at the same time fearing Lyre would bust through it. Iain was addicted to Lyre.<br/><br/>Without shedding a tear, but nonetheless breaking up inside, Iain closed his eyes and whispered softly. "Show him his darkness. Show him his darkness. Show him his darkness." The thrice chanted request triggered the Room's power.<br/><br/>Without waiting, Iain once again turned from the door with his emotionless face still present and made his way to the Gryffindor common rooms. Someone would likely have a game of sorts going he could join.