<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>Peoples! So many peoples!<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Xavier, Eva, James, Chandler, open<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry if it's a bit scattered. </div></div><hr/><hr/>He winked back at Chandler. Rune was just being Rune, after all. He was a fairless harmless kind of guy, and meant nothing serious by it. He knew his chances were next to nothing.  But, he did it, and one could consider it as an obtuse compliment, which would make sense. Most of the time, Rune liked being obtuse. That she seemed to get it, or at least did not get upset, was totally rad.<br/><br/>He gave James a look when he mentioned having big news in the duffle bag. That should be interesting. And if the train ride started off with something interesting, then he had the hunch the rest of this year would be pretty groovy. But, soon enough, Chandler was getting ready to push them onto the train. Rune, of course, moves along with the flow, mock-pouting at her. "Me? Evil? You wound me, madam." He was, of course, playing around. He had no delusions about being anything other than a trickster by trade, and occasionally took pride in it. "Mori!" He called out for the cat familiar, who had previously been nowhere to be seen.<br/><br/>Both Chandler and James were likely to be graced by the feline rubbing against their legs as the familiar meandered its way over to its master. "Mreow!""<em>Good boy,</em>" Rune said, saying those two words--good boy--in Gaelic, rather than English. "Upwards and onwards" He brought up the rear of the group, the cat following along at his side, the two perfectly in synch, neither one seeming to be at risk for tripping or stepping on the other.