<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/8c210a3515c3538516c9783b764c01e4/tumblr_mjtjhxCuR51s7gq7fo5_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Silver Luxury (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/grey-tie-white-dress-shirt-cool-unique-black-suit-styles-for-men-with-fancy-pocket-square.jpg)<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>September 30th, 2017 (Day After Bonfire)<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening, Saturday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Room of Requirement<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Dinner date.<br/><strong>THEME:</strong>♥ ❤ Do you know where your heart is?<br/>Do you think you can find it? Better than you had it? ❤ ♥ (https://youtu.be/cQuR3OOr6Y8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Iain!</em><br/><hr/><br/>There was a knocking on the door. Lyre fumbled with the stylus --<em>record scratch</em>-- and swept the white sheet over the phonograph. Silence, instead of the trembling oldie love song. He cleared his throat, a little raw from singing, confused as to why Iain wasn't coming in. Somehow the Room of Requirement must have locked him out. Well, here goes. He unbolted the ornate, old door and opened it wide. Seeing Iain in his gray suit had made Lyre's heart thump a bit harder. "Wow. I mean, I don't normally see you dressed so snazzy, very gentlemanly. Ah, come in, come in!"<br/><br/>Without thinking, he embraced Iain for a brief moment. "Thanks for coming, Mr. McGregor."<br/><br/>With a grand gesture of his arm, Lyre pointed his guest to the dining table. "A little stuffy in here, isn't it?"<br/><br/>He tugged his silver tie a little loose and undid the highest and lowest buttons of his black suit.<br/><br/>"Chicken alfredo pasta and pizza. Made the good old-fashioned Muggle way. Bon appetit."<br/><br/>Lyre wore mostly a face of controlled pleasure, shaded with a hint of somber eyes and lips. His mind kept rolling back to the Mark of Jaxon, which was still glaringly bruised and half-visible above his collar. Attempting at chivalry, he pulled Iain's chair back slightly for him. He could not help himself but feast his eyes on how good and delicious Iain looked, despite the underlying woeful instinct that they may soon be having a tiff or a horrendous clash.<br/><br/>Let's try to enjoy yourself, Lyre, he told himself. His black heart still thumped hard.<br/><br/><hr/>