<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, Star Gazing<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Moray Morrigan! Open</em><br/><hr/><br/>"Moray." Lyre smirked seeing the face she pulled, the kind of repulsion and revulsion one'd make when downing a shot of apple cider vinegar. He casually took the potion from her, wondering if it was alcohol, tasting it for himself. But the sweetness was mild like apple. Eyebrow raised. "... you really detest pumpkin juice. Lowers cholesterol, you know. Never mind that; here."<br/><br/>He traded her something colder. Soft-serve ice cream. "Orange marmalade. The kitchen was ripe for taking. You weren't in the common room study. Figured you were here. Normally, your parties are purer. Then again, I don't mind."<br/><br/>His icy blue eyes spied on the telescope she placed on her bag. He glanced up quiet for a moment, easily finding Saturn, but questioned the most mysterious stars, the very ones that made him fail a bit in astronomy, before he was distracted by the glow from his wand tethered at his hip. Bummed, he looked back at the bonfire and the gaggle of students. He studied their free spirits, recognizing quite a few plastered faces.<br/><br/>"Find anything ... compelling ... to gaze at?" Lyre stared at Moray with growing fascination, making a throaty chuckle.<br/><br/>He quickly downed the rest of the pumpkin juice, waiting for her answer. Her words, without fail, stirred his interest.<br/><br/><hr/>