<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/ 8 AM<br/><strong>What ::</strong>Peoples! So many peoples!<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Open<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> </div></div><hr/><hr/><br/>He hummed a song to himself as he got into the train. It was a pleasantly jaunty little tune, though it didn't seem to come from any song in particular. Memento Mori, the fancy little cat, despite his advanced age, went running into the train with the curiosity of a kitten. He jumped up onto one seat, then onto the table, looked around, then promptly decided a different table was more fascinating. Then, another.<em> Then, another.</em>That damned cat, lickety-split, just moves to every seat and every table, before finally deciding that the best place for himself was to sit directly in the center of the very first table he had jumped on.<br/><br/>Yes, directly in the center. And yes, he will swat at any one that tries to shoo him away. Mori wasn't mean or spiteful, but very, very stubborn; moreso than most felines. Yes, he has firmly decided that this is his spot, and if anyone has a problem with it, they can go sod themselves.  For his part, Rune decides to settle down by the window of the same area, his hand slowly reaching out to stroke the cat's head. Purring, needless to say, ensued.<br/><br/>He was pretty happy to scurry his way into this car, to be the first. Now, he gave the familiar pettings and scratches behind the ear, as he patiently awaited, with baited breath, the others who would come stumbling, traipsing, swooping, or gallivanting in. Who would he be stuck with for this little journey? Who would be stuck with him? Did he have enough candy in his pouch of treats? So many questions, and only time would provide answers.