<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>♥ ❤ It's magic! Why do I tell myself these things that happen are all really true? ❤ ♥ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bV9IZ9jJTxM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Iain!</em><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: left;">Lyre raised and dropped eyebrows when Iain made a point there about the choir. And all the flattery about his cooking and singing, he tried to dismiss it, just ostentatious flattery! However, all the same, it was coming from Iain, and that still meant something more than nothing. <br/><br/>This left Lyre feeling soft and vulnerable in several places.<br/><br/>Iain had bewitched the sheet off the phonograph and set the large black disc from 70 years ago reeling. Doris Day's eerie soothing voice filled the room once more. Lyre felt the deepest crawling goosebumps just as Iain extended a hand, inviting him to a dance to this song which he warned beforehand was for a couple. It was nostalgic and almost startling to see Iain actually ... happy and high-spirited around him? Was that a fire smoldering back into his eyes again? Lyre took Iain's hot-blooded hand, brushing over his palm and clasping, and stood on the black velvet floor feeling lighter, like they were to dance away to the moon?  <br/><br/>Swaying, circling under the cobwebbed chandeliers... he was no expert at dancing but it seemed easy with him. Lyre's smile grew and stifled and swallowed back words. His other hand smoothed around Iain's shoulder. All this was a surprising turn. The pessimist in him wanted to protest, but this was the man he thought and dreamed about over the summer. Surprising, surprising. Now there was no table between them, just clothes and a few inches for Jesus, he had to breathe deeply. Of all times for his lungs to constrict! This feeling, he had the same one earlier today with Jax, someone he didn't expect. Looking into Iain's eyes... Lyre's eyes fluttered and dashed sideways at the light grey walls and vertical yellow stripes. He wanted to dance here and now, and surely Iain did too. But what would Iain think... of the bitemark on the back of his neck? Would he storm out of Lyre's life, avoiding him in the hallways? Or worse, glaring him down whenever they passed by? <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;"><em>(OR WORSER, DIRTY VIOLENT TRICKS DURING QUIDDITCH, PERISH THE THOUGHT!)</em></span><br/><br/>His mouth opened but uttered nothing, his icy blue eyes looking glumly at the Hufflepuff ballroom. Maybe if it were getting serious, then did the past really matter to begin with? Here and now, they were not together. They were only flirts with the future. So while Jax seemed noncommittal, maybe by putting on a song to dance to, was Iain taking a step closer? <em>It's magic!</em> So sang Doris Day. <em>Why do I tell myself these things that happen ... are all really true?</em> This song... this damned song was pulling him closer to Iain. Lyre accidentally bumped into Iain's thigh, Iain's pec, inhaling his spiced aroma. He was embarrassed but secretly cherishing the feeling to imagine this body contact ten years later with rings on their fingers, because it felt right. He returned a curious gaze to Iain's eyes. What... what was he thinking right now?<br/><br/></div><hr/>