<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/>Things felt wrong. Really, really wrong. He wondered if this was what jet-lag felt like. He'd never experienced, but that visceral feeling of wrongness seemed like it would be what jet-lag felt like, so he was going to call it that, until he came up with a better word for it. Anyways, names of strange feelings aside, he also had deja vu, which was totally a thing.<br/><br/>But, nobody else seemed to be weirded out or anything. He found a way to disengage himself from the locale, namely by flying off and away on his broom. With Mori, of course.  He remembered back when the cat did not approve of broom flights, but now, he was used to it. Maybe even enjoyed it, but he always seemed to prefer land over air. The flying was a good way to try and wrap his mind around the conundrum of the strange feeling, and the sensation that his position in the flow of time had somehow been skewed.<br/><br/>But, there was no progress being made there, and pretty soon, in the course of his flight, he saw something. Oh ho! "A ssssnake! A ssssnake!" He chanted as the broom moved closer to the ground. Eventually, he was sort of flying around in lazy circles around her. "A ssssnake in the grass. How'sssss it goin'?" He had a shockingly good hiss for a 'birdie'.  And yet, despite his maybe antagonistic word choice, he was just grinning like the goofball he is.