<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>Gryffindor Robes<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 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gryffindor table<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Rosalyn Lamoureux, Finn Balor, open<br/><hr/><br/>The sorting ceremony was always a House bonding event. The pride the resonated from each table as first years were sorted one by one. Gryffindor pride was no less than any other family and if you asked Iain, it was much more deserving.<br/><br/>Surprisingly, the hat sorted a Balor into Gryffindor. It was a bit of a coup for the lion house. Iain nearly leapt to his feet as the announcement was made. He looked to Rosalyn and beamed. “I bet that stung the snakes.”<br/><br/>As Finn made his way to the table Iain held out his hand. “Iain McGregor, Finn, welcome to Gryffindor.” He slapped Finn on the back.<br/>