<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>Mingle.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Xerxes, Moray, Jaxon!</em><br/><hr/><br/>Let the little snakeling get hurt, Lyre had to snort at Moray's comment and blush at her thrown be-nice look. He gave her a defensive thought-I-was being-nice! look, already validated by the way Xerxes went on, cracking a grin in reminiscence, wishing he had more time. That was overwhelmingly cute, Lyre almost gave a giggle having to devour it instead. Now this was a little snakeling that would easily get hurt, and maybe that was why Moray was getting protective. But to protect him from Lyre? Pft, I'm not so bad, am I? He began to wonder shortly. Okay, maybe I am.<br/><br/>"Well, a Time Turner will do you good," he suggested to Xerxes, trying to be nicer for Moray's look of approval. "Then you can read all the books in the world, and hey, might even write one of your own. You look like a writer."<br/><br/>He turned to Moray, "Fuck, Marry, Kill sounds like a fun game. Maybe Kill is a bit harsh, how about we change it to Fuck, Marry, Hex?"<br/><br/>"Jaxon, Xerxes, and Lyre," he chuckled bracing himself for the scandal. "Moray. Fuck, Marry, or Hex?"<br/><br/><hr/>