<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/78/LyreSly3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><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> The darkness shown.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain!</em> </span><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: left;">Iain's smile faded and all that magic was dead, and the fire in his eyes went out like winter.<br/>With that, the Gryffindor had left him alone in the Room of Requirement that soon changed.<br/>"That went well, I believe," said Lyre as some of the wallpaper scattered away in ashes.<br/><br/>Then Iain came back, to Lyre's surprise, in different clothes. The chandelier crashed and exploded in black ink. <br/><br/>"Look at what you did to the room," Lyre muttered, taking a seat at the table, finding it hard to breathe. <br/><br/>"Me?" said the strangest voice. Iain stared. The door behind him slammed and a thousand locks latched.<br/><br/>Out of the shadows, the Savages stepped out a roaring black fire, Death Eater one by one. <br/><br/>"Dad? Mom." Lyre grew disconcerted. They looked at each other before pointing their wands at Iain McGregor.<br/><br/>His hand reached out. "Don't."          <em>"CRUCIO." </em><br/><br/>A flash of red, and Iain was lifted off his feet, writhing in the air like a drowning man. Lyre clasped his ears to block the screaming.<br/>Lyre's sister, uncle, grandfather, and great-grandmother circled around their victim, torturing him to no end. <em>"CRUCIO. CRUCIO."</em><br/><br/>Lyre was getting upset but the state of the room and the way his family disregarded him tipped him off what was really happening.<br/>Iain really was forcing him to face his demons, his darkness, and little did the Gryffindor know, he had seen and faced all this before.<br/>He picked up a fork and continued eating his chicken alfredo pasta, watching his family have their way with Iain. He chewed and gulped.<br/><br/>His great-grandmother shrieked, <em>"AVADA KEDAVRA!"</em> Flash of green. The doppleganger of Iain dropped dead. Motionless.<br/><br/>The Savages turned their faces and watched him chomp down a pizza slice. Then they proceeded to turn the corpse into an Inferius. A zombie puppet.<br/><br/>"Well, now that's just rude," Lyre mumbled, pointing.     <em>"CRUCIO." </em>     <em>"AVADA KEDAVRA!"</em><br/><br/>Soon enough, he watched his family tear the man apart like a pack of lions ambushing a child who had fallen in a zoo.<br/>All Lyre could do was watch. They weren't Boggarts. They were this room. They were Iain's wish. This was what Iain wanted.<br/>But that was the problem, was it? Facing his demons was never going to be the thing that changed him. In fact, it reminded him.<br/><br/>"You will do as you're told," Leda said with pursed lips.<br/><br/>"Yes, Mom," Lyre said as a mantra and chewed his dinner.<br/><br/>"Oh don't worry," Vega smiled smoothly. "He will when I'm head of the household."<br/><br/>"That's right, sister," Lyre said as a mantra and chewed his dinner.<br/><br/>"Don't make me take you down to the cellar again," Victor cringed as if he didn't enjoy this.<br/><br/>"No need, Dad," Lyre said as a mantra and chewed his dinner. "I don't want a heart anymore."<br/><br/></div><hr/>