<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>A simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/be/1a/46be1a786406e29f3ffd33c673188427--sexy-men-hot-men.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 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:30 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform 9 and 3/4<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Rosalyn Lamoureux, open for others to join<br/><hr/><br/>Saying quick goodbyes to his parents, Iain made his way from the Muggle world into the wizarding world through the portal at Platform 9 and 3/4 in the Kings Cross Station. The McGregors were always a part of the hidden world – three generations back worked for the Ministry of Magic. It was likely in his future as well.<br/><br/>It seemed to be the same level of chaos this time each year but having now run through the wall and found a spot on the train three times, Iain’s perspective had significantly changed. Before boarding he stopped by a paper stand and picked up a bag of candy.<br/><br/>Making his way through the unbridled masses of students and parents, Iain managed to slap the backs of some of his classmates and assure his housemates that Gryffindor would take Quidditch this year. There were of course the faces Iain didn’t recognize – the first years. Two years ago felt both very near as he watched the newbies and also far enough back in time to already have forgotten some of the details.<br/><br/>Iain looked down at shouting and recognized some upper classmen – Cork and Dubois. Both looked like they had just come from the club. Dubois looked a bit more avant-garde in his attire. Cork looked…well Iain wasn’t exactly sure how to describe him. Cork had a mop of hair that seemed to dance around in opposite directions of the body under it and it was only accentuated by the…pirate outfit? They were having fun and not hurting anyone – why not?<br/><br/>Popping into the train he searched around for a spot. Iain recognized one of his Gryffindor housemates, Rosalyn Lamoureux. He took the opportunity to join her.<br/><br/>“Mademoiselle Lamoureux, bon jour.” Iain gave a slight bow and mangled French with his Scottish accent. He added a non-committal but flirty wink of an eye. “Some sweets, for the sweetest Gryffindor in the house…” Iain offered the candy to her and sank in a seat, looking outside at the excitement, wondering if anyone would be left behind.<br/><br/>The honeydukes sherbet lemons Iain presented to Rosalyn were a tart candy coated in sugar. They started out with a luscious sweetness and ended with a soft tart. Highly addictive and one of the more easily digestible candies found in the wizarding world.<br/><br/>“I’m guessin’ you’re excited for our next year?” It was both a question and a statement.<br/>