<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/>Lyre Savage was pleasantly surprised to see that the Room of Requirement did some of the work for him. It was an outrageously gorgeous room to say the least. There were cobwebbed chandeliers that still worked and many scattered round tables with yellow tablecloth and black plush leather seats. The carpet was black velvet. The walls were a light grey with yellow vertical stripes. It must've been arranged by a Hufflepuff witch or wizard, some time ago. Naturally. Lyre had instructed Iain to find the room by needing to get to dinner; it was clearly the same intent and purpose a wealthy and experienced Hufflepuff had in mind, except for a reception seating forty people. Ten tables, four seats. Problem was, it was barely drafty or air-conditioned. It was getting a little too hot for his suit, but for now, he'd tolerate it.<br/><br/>"I better get to work," he murmured. He dragged all the tables to the walls save two in the center, then hoisted all but two seats to the walls. The two tables in the middle were to be used. One with the two seats were for him and Iain. The other without seats were the serving table for the simple one-skillet chicken alfredo pasta and a surprisingly well-baked chicken alfredo pizza, just in case the noodles were too tender or too hard. He had cooked their dinner in the kitchen near the Hufflepuff dorm as house elves turned a blind eye before he hurried here. Lyre chewed a noodle from the pasta dish. Perfectly al dente. Muggle recipes were surprisingly easy. "Okay. Um, oh candles." He spotted some shelved in a corner, dusted them, and set them on the serving table next to the food.<br/><br/>"Erm, ah plates. Utensils." He saw everything he needed to set up the dining table. It sure looked nice and ready. Lyre spotted in the distance something concealed in a white sheet. Unnerved, he approached to see what it was. Uncovering it revealed a phonograph. An American record player. So ancient, what was it doing here? How old was this Hufflepuff decorator? Its stylus was raised, and there was a large black disc already in place. It wasn't vinyl like the recent and current records are; it was apparently quite fucking old which piqued his interest. It had a flourish and an engraving: "It's Magic" sung by Doris Day, recorded in 1947.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">https://youtu.be/bV9IZ9jJTxM</div><br/><br/>Lyre somehow just forgot everything and stood there, entranced with its eerie soothing. He wasn't going to play this during dinner; this was too out of place and too forward and too sappy romantic. Iain would be disconcerted and abruptly leave. But since Iain hadn't arrived yet, Lyre decided with a sniffle once more to replay the song. He moved the stylus and it began again. Being in the choir, Lyre took this as an opportunity to practice his singing. He sang along, trying his best to emulate Doris Day in his baritone way.<em>"Without a golden wand ... or mystic charms ... fantastic things begin ... when I'm in your arms !!!"</em><br/><br/><hr/>