<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Lyre_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Deluxe (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e0/69/7d/e0697d6fd9c9122a160ddc91e7b87f76--suit-green-dark-green-suit-men.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>Saturday, September 30th, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>One-Eyed Witch Passage<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational. Trade.<br/><strong>THEME:</strong>Metal Melody (https://youtu.be/1OdTWnOdK4A)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Jaxon Smith!</em><br/><hr/><br/>The Slytherin looked at the Gryffindor, stupefied, when he mentioned digestive juices. Down here. In a soaked tunnel. It was enough to make the man want to ralph but tilt his head as well. He did not know that weird fact. He moved on when Jaxon mentioned the words: new product. Lyre Savage never had hash before. Seeing that was what Jaxon was smoking and how little-smelling it was, he grew suspicious yet the more intrigued with the device he took. He smoked it, which burned quite pure. He muttered with a hesitant, resistant scowl, a cat purring with curiosity. "Is it even green...? Never mind that, uh I'll take it," Lyre handed over the cash. "Annnd! I come bringing giftsss."<br/><br/>He handed over a parchment brochure and unraveled, unfolded, a moving visual of an ancient Diagon Alley and the many secret passageways below and above ground. The map may not be as old as Diagon Alley for it seemed recently charmed and ornately illustrated but it was certainly older than Lyre's grandfather, at least that was what he was told. "I understand that this is one of those nifty things that interest you, no?"<br/><hr/>