<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: a certain Interest! Open</em><br/><hr/><br/><strong>{Moray}</strong>"Can't really pull a tape measure out when his cock's in my mouth."<br/><br/>"Moray...<em>you're not going to live this down.</em>But hey, if you think he needs a tape measure, that's not half bad!"<br/><br/>He slowly sat back down on the log almost rolling it, completely astounded at what he was hearing. "But, but you're<em>Moray Morrigan! The girl that ate all the creaaam?</em>I know half the guys at this school would give their left nut for twenty, hell even ten minutes in your bed. No, five! I'm dead serious! I'm not even sure if I'd win this one. I might actually lose!"<br/><br/>He suddenly looked at the ground, confused.<br/><br/>"Which is why I'm excited to do your herbology homework. Do I actually like losing to you that much?"<br/><br/>Now that Moray turned the tables, shifting the conversation to his sexual taste, Lyre glanced at a guy, one in particular.<br/>The first and only guy he could not help but gaze at like a mysterious star. The one he could not figure out.<br/><br/>His icy blue eyes lingered on the tattooed crests that glimmered in the magical firelight.<br/><em>‘S Rioghal Mo Dhream... Ard Choille!</em><br/><br/>Lyre felt his chest tighten and looked at her, already hating that he had to tell the truth.<br/>She did not have to tell him about Nate. It was only fair. He sighed, defeated, "Fuck."<br/><br/>He inhaled, sighed again, realizing he was stalling for time. "He wouldn't go for me anyway...<br/>We used to have this little thing, I think. Until we didn't? Maybe? I don't know? Definitely not."<br/><br/>He groaned. She was still waiting for him to say it. The guy's name.<br/><br/>"Fine, fine. His name is..." He bit his lower lip. "It's Iain, okay. Iain. I need a drink."<br/><br/>He buried his face in his hands. "Got that bottle of Yamazaki Mizunara with you, by chance?"<br/><br/><hr/>