<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, Log-Sitting<br/><strong>THEME:</strong>Lyre's message (https://youtu.be/MXUHU6nQJjs)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Finley Clark<em>Mention: Moray Morrigan! Iain McGregor! Open</em><br/><hr/><br/>The mischievous way Moray left made him a bit nervous, but either way he would get Iain's attention, just as planned. It was also good to get her away from her solitude. So two birds with one bird, hell it made sense at the time. Lyre placed the telescope into her bag, secured it, slung over his shoulder, and headed back to the party.<br/><br/>He didn't want to make it look like he sent Moray over to recon Iain's feelings.<br/><br/>That'd look desperate. Which it is.<br/><br/>Walking playfully to the song in his head like a snake, he grabbed another unmarked drink and drank. Butter-beer.<br/><br/>Taking notice of yet another loner, goddammit this party was dead, his icy blue eyes flared with annoyance but simmered.<br/>Hmm. This could be useful. This Ravenclaw boy smoking his cigarette seemed riddled with weaknesses he'd report to Father.<br/>What was it that they always said? A wise man learned from everyone? Finley Clark, first year, you are mine.<br/><br/>"Pardon me," Lyre nudged into Finley. "Didn't see you there. Oh!" He pretended to notice the cigarette. "Can I bum one?"<br/><br/>He sighed, pleasurably. His eyes smoldered in the firelight. Fixated and intense, as if to daring him. Go ahead, kid. Say no to me.<br/><br/><hr/>