<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lyre Savage<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>TAGGING:</strong><em>Moray Morrigan! Mention: Iain McGregor! Xerxes Taylor! Open</em><br/><hr/><br/><strong>{Moray}</strong>"Shouldn't two hotties have some fun?"<br/><br/>Lyre chuckled wryly taking a swig from the flask, "That's exactly what I said! But Iain? Nah. He's a good boy next door, the little noble uppity Gryffindor that he is. His legs, as bloody hot as they are, are as locked clasped together as ... yours." He winked teasing. "You and Iain got legs for days. Now I don't mind Xerxes, he is pretty cute. Maybe a virgin?"<br/><br/>He put up his hands in feigned defense, laughing, "Nothing against virgins! Iain just seems a man who knows what he's doing, eh? Knows what he likes, knows how to fool around, and when the moment is nigh, hiss!<em>He ssstrikesss! He ssscoresss!</em>That's a guy I'd marry. In a heartbeat. But you know ... you said it all yourself.<em>'No one ever wants a Slytherin but another Slytherin.'</em>Iain didn't know if he wanted me. So nothing happened. I scared him off. Or maybe he just hates me."<br/><br/>"But ... for a moment ... there was a sharp glint in his eyes. Oh man. There was a fire in them, all right. Too bad it died."<br/><br/>He glanced at the bonfire party and at the occasionally bubbling lake. "You're not gonna sit out here all night, are ya? Come onnn now. At least ... " Lyre suddenly grew still, another dangerous idea quickly forming in his head. "Say, would you be a sneaky sweetie and talk to Iain? Find out what he thinks of me, hmm?"<br/><br/><hr/>