<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/8c210a3515c3538516c9783b764c01e4/tumblr_mjtjhxCuR51s7gq7fo5_250.gif)</div><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>Dinner date.<br/><strong>THEME:</strong>♥ ❤ Do you know where your heart is?<br/>Do you think you can find it? Better than you had it? ❤ ♥ (https://youtu.be/cQuR3OOr6Y8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Iain!</em><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh," Lyre killed a smile and buried it away. So he heard that. His wolfish icy eyes flicked to the white-sheet-covered thing that was set at one wall on his left, Iain's right. "Found a phonograph that was already here. Ancient, but still works. The record's a Doris Day song. It's romantic, quite amazing ... for a couple."<br/><br/>It even surprisingly left him with a touch of nostalgia, thinking back on his summery and curative childhood playing in an incensed Roman bath. But he wasn't about to admit that. "Happy belated birthday," he mumbled, taking his seat as well. "Ah, do eat, before it goes cold!"<br/><br/>For some reason, Lyre was deliriously high --  from embracing Iain earlier. However, it gave his stomach a twist, and differed from his freely-flowing, easy-going experience with Jaxon. Why did it never fail to astonish him, being so close to a man? Here was Iain McGregor, a Gryffindor hunk hardened by rugby and Quidditch, whose family and lifestyle differed greatly from his. Why he wanted to please him was beyond Lyre's understanding. This handsome, high-principled wizard would never be the pride of the Savages, instead a shame, and would probably get them both killed or ruined. Despite being a perfectionist and loyal to the Slytherins, he yet persisted. Who knew why. Lyre picked up a fork and turned, wrapping it in noodles, staking it in flesh.<br/><br/>"How are you doing? How's your family doing?" Lyre was genuinely curious, even if he was trying to prolong the inevitable.<br/><br/>He dared to look in those ravenous but still noble green eyes. They welcomed him. For now.<br/><br/><hr/>