<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/Rune_zps7a1efed1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Rune Cashile<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Platform 9 3/4<br/><strong>House ::</strong>Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong>5th Year<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>Sept. 1st 1988/ 8 AM<br/><strong>What ::</strong>The stuff and some things, too.<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Xavier, open<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Time passed. It always passed, unless one was up to time shenanigans, but in general, such things were beyond this student, which is a really good thing.  The vacation time faded under the inexorable march of time, and the day to return to school was finally here.<br/><br/>He had mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, it would be great to get away from his doting mother, and his... adoptive father. His parents might put on the facade, and he might put on the facade, too, but he knew. Things didn't add up right. Rune knew himself well, and saw far too many differences between himself and the man that claimed fatherhood. Not to mention there was always a sort of distance between the two men, which could be many things, but Rune was fairly certain that it just justified his belief that something wasn't quite right.<br/><br/>So, he got to be away from that for awhile. Got to be away from the boredom of the Muggle village he grew up in. Sure, it was fun when he could escape into the city; just this past summer, he was able to see Strawberry Switchblade in concert!  So cool. And he had had some time to work on some of these new hip moves that were starting to make their way through the music culture he associated so strongly with. But, those highlights were few and far between, and there was guaranteed to be just as much fun, if not more, at school.<br/><br/>It's with a song still stuck in his head that he got out onto the platform, his trunk sealed tightly shut and carried along in his hands. He was wearing his uniform, as neat and tidy as could be. The robe looked brand new, but in truth, that's just because his mother was really good at magical mending.  In his company was the large, black and white short-haired cat that was his trusty and faithful familiar. The cat struts along, stopping here and there to look at other things or people, but always caught up with Rune after these pauses.<br/><br/>He goes to deposit the trunk in the car with the others, just as he has done in years past. He paused, and looked around. Where did that cat go? He called out in Gaelic, and the cat disengaged itself from ambling around in between trunks, and jumped up onto one. "Mreow?" "Prrmreow! Let's go, no mucking around with others things," The cat followed after him as he left the cart, and went to meander his way along the platform.<br/><br/>Specifically, he went towards Xavier.  They were house mates, and in the same year, too.  He didn't really like the jock, but he also made it a point not to outwardly express that dislike. Outwardly, Rune seemed to get along with everyone. "Hey, boyo. You excited?"  If one looked at his left hand, they might catch a glimpse of... a tattoo? Seemed like it. The Eye of Horus tattoo had decided this morning that his left wrist, and part of the back of his hand was an excellent place to situate itself. The sleeves of his robes mostly concealed it, though.<br/><br/>The other thing his robe sleeves concealed is the leather, wrist-mounted wand holster he kept his wand in. That was on his right wrist. It was snug and secure, and if he should need it all of a sudden, all it took was the right movement to get the wand free, and have it slide right into his hand.  It is entirely possible, since they're both boys and in the same year, that Xavier knows about the wand holster, but in general, Rune tried to keep it a secret.<br/><br/>His robe had an added front pocket on the left side of his chest. It was open, and inside it was a delicately folded, beautiful, emerald green kerchief. It stood out, practically demanded attention.