<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. Change of pace.<br/><strong>THEME:</strong>Lyre feels good (https://youtu.be/4k4SP01l6rY)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Moray Morrigan! Iain McGregor! Mention: Aaric Balor</em><br/><hr/><br/>Lyre adored Moray, promising he'd rather celebrate her than the new year and continuing to promise that the restaurant would definitely be the most expensive. Hadn't she known he'd shouted out such a controversial thing just to stir up the party, maybe just to provoke Aaric Balor? Lyre was sad to see her go, back to her comfortable log for night-gazing. At first he had the mind to cast an Engorgio charm on her ice cream, but resolved to let her be, knowing a chap would come along for a night-cap. But if too much time had gone by and she was still alone, he'd ditch the party and sit next to her then walk with her back to the common room. He always did enjoy their conversations. Always.<br/><br/>Surprised, no more like stupefied, to hear that Iain accepted dinner, Lyre's lips twitched.<br/><br/>"Oh? Well, then. When are you free? I can do tomorrow night, as I haven't made plans." He chuckled easily at the mention of ménage à trois and teased. "Are you not into women? Or just not into threesomes? Mm, worry not, I am emerald gay as they go. Moray-ray's a dear bosom friend, but if she were to take a Polyjuice potion, there's no telling what will happen. If she were to turn into Harry Potter, oh my my. That is a hunk of a man. Of course she'd need a stray hair of his."<br/><br/>The thought of the Daily Prophet clamoring about Potter being randomly attacked made him nearly giggle.<br/><br/>His attention returned to Iain. Wait a minute. Did he just say no ménage à trois, as in he'd want Lyre in that way?<br/>Lyre glanced at the bonfire suddenly, rubbing his arm to get rid of the rising gooseflesh. He's just teasing me...<br/><br/><hr/>