<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pure<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Slytherin 3rd Year<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Friday, September 29th, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Bonfire, Black Lake<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational. Dinner date, don't be late.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Iain McGregor! </em><br/><hr/><br/>When Iain said he always arrived in style, Lyre gave him a playful look of disbelief. Quite funny.<br/><br/>"Oh that is no challenge," Lyre considered out loud. "My family tolerated no less. Magic was as much convenience as a microwave, Father said every year. We cooked stew in cauldrons; by hand we grilled steak, pheasant... dragon meat on great-grandmother's birthdays. I had to mash those potatoes good. There was one time I slacked. And I thought... if they weren't looking, I'd get away with it, but -- at the table, wouldn't you believe it. One bite, and they all spat it out like it was something nasty like owl treats or maggoty haggis or blood-flavoured lollipops." He chuckled.<br/><br/>"They said the taste was too bewitching to the tongue. I ate some myself, and you know, they were right. Too airy. No substance."<br/><br/>He realized he had been rambling, changed tune, and watched Iain carefully for any signs he was going to be stood up. He couldn't tell. "So to the point, rest assured, it IS a real dinner. I'll whip something up from the kitchen, you'll have to wait and see."<br/><br/><hr/>