<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/Rune_zps7a1efed1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Rune Cashile<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Clock Tower Courtyard -> Outside the school<br/><strong>House ::</strong>Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong>5th Year<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>Friday, September 2, 1988 at 11:45 AM<br/><strong>What ::</strong>Fickle Fae, Smiting fools, On the prowl<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Kizzy, Eva, Chandler, Ivan -> Ember, open<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hopefully I got my Latin right.</div></div><br/><hr/><hr/>"Oooh, a Kizzy has been spotted. Hey sugar. How's it goin'?" He asked her as she approached, giving her a quick hug and a gentle butt-grope. And then she was off to see Moses, and he didn't really care one way or the other, or didn't show it. Instead...<br/><br/>Oh god. Oh, god, what is going on? Why did Eva suddenly start having a panic attack, while they were actually busy having a pretty damn good time? "Oh, bother. Garoul probably went off to find some place to do important business," He shrugged his shoulders, not overly concerned. But then again, it was kind of hard not to feel bad for her. This wasn't just melodrama from her, he could practically feel the pain gushing out of her like an open wound in her soul.<br/><br/>And then, of course, leave it to a Slytherin to rub salt in the wound. "Ah ha, there's the venom we all know and love Slytherin for," He flashed Ivan a grin, even as he quietly handed Chandler one of the chocolate truffles he had been juggling. The others landed in his hand, and disappeared in plain sight, without so much as a peep from the Faerie-loving lad.  "Hey, catch, these chocolates are burning a hole in my pocket," He continued to speak as he threw something, invisible, under-handed to Ivan.<br/><br/>Actually, what is being thrown is not a truffle at all, but a god damn rock. A small one, admittedly, but still, there is an invisible rock flying straight towards Ivan's head. And proving to all that he is the consummate trickster, there is no audible or visual cues to indicate he is doing anything other than sending him a chocolate truffle. After all, he had been juggling several of the truffles, but at no point did he seem to have had a rock on him. Still, maybe he could catch it, or just dodge out of the way out of wariness. Rune was not known for rewarding malice with treats, only intellect.<br/><br/>Whether it hits or not, he doesn't stick around long enough to find out. Because if it did hit, James would most certainly have words for him, and Ivan would likely have more than words for him, and he really doesn't want to be troubled with that right now. He has other things on his mind. "Ta-ta!<acronym title="Follow me, I die!">Me sequatur, Mori!</acronym>" With a sudden dash, the man went running off, and the familiar cat, obeying the Latin command, darts off, a blur of black and white fur.<br/><br/>Rune, fast as lightning, was quick to disappear amongst the halls of the school. Like a gale, he swept through corridors, and out of them, in search of something... or, rather, some<em>one</em>.<br/><hr/>And when he finally did find her, the fiery one, he was not surprised to find her napping outside the castle, in a nice little field of flowers. Nor was he surprised to find her wearing only a little more than her underwear, and an over-sized t-shirt. She did loathe her clothing, and he certainly wasn't going to complain.<br/><br/>He got down on his hands and knees, and slowly, quietly approached her. His hand extended out to her shoulder, and he gently batted at her in a manner that was nothing if not cat-like. And he'll just keep doing that until she wakes up. It's not the first time he's done this to her, either.