Marissa!
It had taken him longer than it should have, because of his schedule and his nerves, but Iwan had finally made it up to the Hebrides Islands on the chance that Marissa the Redheaded Dragon Chaser did indeed live there. It was rather daunting; Iwan had never traveled this far North, save for his trips to Hogwarts, but not only was it the distance---but for a woman. Merlin, she probably wouldn't even remember his name, he'd been so rude to not speak to her since Hogsmeade, but...this was a somewhat romantic gesture, wasn't it?

He looked up at the large entrance to the Dragon Reserve with a bit of reserve himself. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Not that he could see any dragons just yet, but the fact remained that if this wasn't the right place, he could quite easily be tossed into the dinner bowl of a hungry Hebridean Black Dragon. It was a possibility. Even if this WAS the right place, Marissa could probably manage to toss him straight down the throat of one of the giants.

Iwan tugged on the hem of his shirt, feeling out of place in what he thought would be dragon reserve appropriate clothes. He took a few steps into the reserve, looking for any place that might seem like...a starting point? This place was huge.