<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/>Iain shrugged. "I though Slytherin got extra House points for corruption." It was a bite, but not necessarily one Slytherin would find offensive. He then chuckled. "While you are a stunning temptress, Moray, I think there's someone else out there for you. Drink away."<br/><br/>The change of subject was refreshing. Quidditch was a bit of a cult at Hogwarts. "I wouldn't miss Quidditch for the world. Besides, we have to defend the cup."<br/><br/>Before Iain could continue on, they were interrupted by Lyre. He almost rolled his eyes as the attempt at humor. "Oh, come on Lyre. I've seen you check me out. If your eyes were lasers my ass would have burn holes." Two could play that game.