<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/>As the music continued on, Iain swayed with Lyre. Taking a more lead, Iain pulled Lyre close so that their bodies pinned against one another. Iain pressed his check against Lyre's. He heard Lyre's breath escape his mouth, felt it against his ear. It had been a long time since Iain felt someone so close. It felt good like a warm memory that threatened to disappear if you didn't hold it in your mind. Iain just wanted to be in that moment. To not think about what happened in the past - or what could be in the future.<br/><br/>Could the moment last? Iain posited the options. Lyre was far from what his family would picture as a partner - especially his lineage. The McGregors were a proud family with a long tradition. The Savage's could be put in the same category in that regard. The stark difference was the tradition. Iain's family were almost completely Gryffindors and epitomized the stereotypical Gryffindor. They were law-abiding, proud wizards. Lyre's family, on the other hand, in many ways epitomized the stereotypical Slytherin. What Iain knew about the Savages was dark. While never outright denying any cavorting with a Savage, his normally boisterous mother tended to become silent when Lyre came up in conversation. His father was more pointed - 'darkness follows that family.' Iain wasn't sure if it was official knowledge from working at the Ministry or just conjecture. Either way, a relationship with Lyre would be...tough.<br/><br/>But so full of promises. Iain did enjoy being around the Gothic Lyre. While dark, there was a hidden tenderness...a vulnerability. That's what Iain craved. The essence of Lyre.<br/><br/>Iain swallowed hard before speaking softly. "What are you thinking, Lyre?"