<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/Rune_zps7a1efed1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Rune Cashile & Memento Mori<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Car 4<br/><strong>House ::</strong>Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong>5th Year<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>Sept. 1st 1988<br/><strong>What ::</strong>Talking to peoples, being confused<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Eva, Leo, Eric<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Rune's internal thoughts: Oh god, Leo's words are one puzzle I will never solve! Despair. </div></div><hr/><br/>Honestly, Rune has no idea how to handle Leo. This was a breed of oddness he just simply has no experience with dealing with. Thankfully, there were two others at the moment. And especially with Eva, he could just ignore Leo by pretending to be transfixed by the gigantic mammaries.  Briefly, he wondered if they were an illusion.<br/><br/>"Us? Please. We have books to read, and enigmas to solve. It's probably going to be other Gryffindor's. I mean, no offense, but most of your House have more muscle than brain, Eric. And it's the only house that gives a fig about bravery."  His comment is... tepid, yet presented more as a friendly jab than an insult. Just some harmless fun.<br/><br/>He reaches into one of the modified hidden pockets of his robe, and withdraws a small, wrapped chocolate morsel from it. He unwraps it, and slides the small, milk chocolate truffle into his mouth, savoring its taste. Sure, Eva was gonna treat people to the cart, and he was going to capitalize on it, but for now, he wanted something to do that would excuse him from needing to talk... at least for a few moments.