<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>Anger.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Alyssa! Xerxes, Moray, Jaxon!</em><br/><hr/><br/>It was best to leave Alyssa alone, though he was thanked for helping her venomous beauty remain dry and intact. If a Prefect would turn her wand onto two first years, then she wasn't really in a stable state of mind. Especially with the growing realization that everyone at the bonfire party saw how she lost self-control, there was no telling what she would do next. She was unrecognizable. In other words, bitch crazy.<br/><br/>Maybe just on her period? He shrugged.<br/><br/>As soon as the would-be victims left unharmed, Lyre backed away quietly and returned to his original group. He gave Moray and Jaxon a look of holy-shit-that-was-rather-interesting annoyance. Then he coolly looked at Xerxes, who he hadn't spent much time with in the last month. This little stuttering dude was the reason he couldn't buy weed tonight but since he was<em>Moray's pet</em>, Lyre chose to play nice. He asked, "Xerxes. How you liking the library?"<br/><br/>He turned to Moray and asked quietly, "What did Iain say? Ah I shouldn't be asking..."<br/><br/>He looked at Jaxon next, a face of polite frustration that their business couldn't progress. Life really was shite, he wanted to scream at the lake. His mind resolved to text him in the morning, and they'd discreetly meet up at their usual place like they did for the past two years. Underground.<br/><br/><hr/>