<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.<br/><strong>THEME:</strong>Metal Melody (https://youtu.be/1OdTWnOdK4A)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Jaxon Smith!</em><br/><hr/><br/>Most of Lyre's mind was preoccupied with tonight's dinner date with Iain McGregor, obsessing over "al dente" as if it were a magical incantation. If only. He wasn't too proud a pureblood, he can do it as Muggles do: by his own hand.<br/><br/>Down underground, in the tunnel that would be an hour's walk to the cellar of Honeydukes Sweetshop, water dripped as Lyre Savage strolled, a hand caressing the wall. It tickled him just to think that several yards away might have been the Chamber of Secrets worthy of Slytherin, Voldemort, and Potter. He so wished he could take a gander inside, but they sealed off the entrance in the bathroom where Moaning Myrtle haunted and wailed. If he were so moved, he might blast a way into the Chamber... but he was no mason or architect, and didn't want to fuck with the nether structures that held up Hogwarts. Perhaps he would figure it out in his fifth year. This was the place where he regularly met Jaxon ever since his first year, so he was not as spooked by its darkness as he used to be. His wand gave off an eerie glow as he went down a very familiar route. Following the unmistakable fragrance of pot, he found Jaxon reading a book in no time.<br/><br/>With a gentle movement, he raised its cover to see what it contained, "Fungus? If you're studying to grow shrooms, I'll buy that too. Gladly."<br/><br/>He unpocketed the usual amount of cash for the bag o' weed. "Sorry about last night."<br/><br/><hr/>