<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/Rune_zps7a1efed1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Rune Cashile<br/><strong>Location ::</strong><br/><strong>House ::</strong>Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong>5th Year<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>Sept. 1st 1988<br/><strong>What ::</strong>Climbing<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><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>No flying on brooms. No dueling. No public displays of affection. But at no point did anyone ever tell Rune he could not climb around like a monkey! Which is exactly what he was doing right now.<br/><br/>Yes, that is exactly what he is doing. Stone pillars demanded to be climbed, and he was athletic enough that he was able to do that. Slowly but surely, with tenacity and doggedness, he scaled the pillar until he was up on one of the stone pillars, the portion jutting out right between his legs. It looked almost lewd, if one had a dirty enough mind, and one may be left wondering if that was intentional or not.<br/><br/>It probably was, though, because it might get a laugh. Whether they were laughing at him or with him, he enjoyed making people laugh. His cat, meanwhile, was not particularly happy about the fact that stone was not something he could sink his claws into. So the cat just kind of sits by the fountain, and watches him. And watches, and watches, as the boy takes out thee individually wrapped chocolate truffles, and starts to juggle them. "Hey ho, here we go, off to watch the show," He said, all sing-song like, looking to gather some attention.