<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/Rune_zps7a1efed1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Rune Cashile<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Outside the school<br/><strong>House ::</strong>Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong>5th Year<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>Friday, September 2, 1988, nearly noon<br/><strong>What ::</strong>A snake! A snake! Oooh, it's a snake.<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Kadince, open<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/>Of course the snake-ladies love him. He was a manly man, and above all that, always making people laugh... not to mention the high quality chocolates he's always giving away.  And yes, he might very well be more snake than her. He was a tricky one, which was probably more a Slytherin trait than a Ravenclaw one... but none could deny his mental prowess, though it may not always be clearly shown.<br/><br/>"Mmmm, death, a tricky thing, to be sure. Well, I can be certain it's not yours," he responded casually, his own tone quite light and airy. His accent doesn't shine through too much, but there's a hint of it there. "But it might be someone close to you, and it might come sooner than you think," he concluded, his tone gradually becoming heavier and much more serious.<br/><br/>"Quite the question to ask, you know. What has your thoughts on death?" The broom moved down closer, and he dangled his hand out towards her, a shiny foil-wrapped chocolate truffle. If she stood up, it'd be about a foot away from her head. He shows no signs of dropping it or relinquishing it just yet. If she tried to just get it directly, she'd find him moving it out of the way.