<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>Jaxon, Moray, Xerxes! Fergus, Alyssa, Valerie!</em><br/><hr/><br/>Damn it, no sales with Xerxes present. Moray and Xerxes even got what Lyre came for, with him ending up with the flask he didn't want. He flushed pink in the face, getting fed up. Was this flask cursed or something? Why was it always returned to his hand? He traded Moray the flask for the joint and finally inhaled that sweet smoke before the shouts from Alyssa sliced the air, who had fallen into the lake with a loud splash.<br/><br/>Alyssa went for her wand, about to strike a dumb Hufflepuff first year and Valerie who looked ready for a duel.<br/><br/>"Oh god!" Lyre sneered with disgust, his temper flaring just as well. With all this commotion, he surely can't buy any weed. He shouted Alyssa's name, walking up to her, a prefect and his superior, a woman he often looked up to and admired. "Don't<em>looose</em>your head."<br/><br/>He muttered an incantation for the Hot-Air charm, doing a complicated wave of the glowing wand, and firing a jet of hot air at Alyssa, steaming and drying out her robes and hair. At least the part that wasn't still submerged in the lake. Lyre trudged through the shallow water to her side, to show her that getting a little wet was nothing to get troubled over. He chuckled at the humor of it all and stared fiery daggers at Fergus and Valerie. "Uh, you can bugger off now. You've been enough help."<br/><br/><hr/>