<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/DU3TpeFXUAAkBHq.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Cairon Hildebrondus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674976#msg14674976)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, 7th year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 9/16" | pine | dragon heartstring | inflexible <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Forest green hoodie, jeans, trainers<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> One man and one rodent, interrupted<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Right Place Wrong Time (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HT4RainY-lY)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addison Snow</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>She was here.  Somewhere.<br/><br/>Cai was an observant sort, but he also had the ability to block out unwanted input.  It was a result of countless hours of studying while his fathers listened to their favorite music from their favorite era, repeated through his childhood until those songs became embedded in his own memory and slowly leaked up into his own preferences.<br/><br/>So while the hubbub and chaos of boarding and finding seats went on around him, the tension of the first years and the jollility and friendship of the later years...Cai blocked it out, while Dr. John funked his way through his inner consciousness, all to help him keep his nerves from fraying while he searched, car after car...for his friend.<br/><br/>Merlin's beard, she'd been bleeding when she'd tossed him Fez, and was gone before he could even babble out a<em>what-the-hell</em>to her.  After getting Fez-ball situated, he'd sent an owl off to her place, but it had come back without being responded to.<br/><br/>So he'd sent it again.  And again.<br/><br/>God, this wasn't...this wasn't him.  He and Addison's relationship was casual, unattached, friendly and easy.  He didn't normally expect things to go wrong, but he guessed that it was bound to happen sometimes.  He thought back to the last day of he and Grace's relationship and winced--he'd really have to figure out what went wrong there someday--but this time, it wasn't something he'd done that was the problem...it was Addison's complete disappearance, under medically unsafe conditions...<br/><br/>He slid the door shut to another compartment, having been greeted by a quartet of fellow Ravenclaws, whom he'd smiled and waved at before moving on down the carriage.  Where had he been, mentally?<br/><br/>"Yeah...things aren't supposed to be serious between us," he whispered to himself, falling into his habit of auditory self-communication.  "Just friends.  But she can't expect me to just leave that kind of injury unanswered.  But<em>someone </em>would have told me if it was more serious..."<br/><br/>He dodged the Trolley Lady, giving a nod and a friendly grin as she whisked by, heading for the Ravenclaw quartet.  "Ah--Sinclair is probably going to want to buy most of your chocolate frogs!" he shouted to her as he moved into the next carriage.<em>Where was she?</em>"Ought to head to the last carriage, and work forward...Murphy's Law in reverse..."<br/><br/>He nodded to his idea, now moving confidently with his plan in place.  He was worried about Addison, but there was no hesitation in his motions.  He might end up being wrong, but...it would be his own mistake, and he could live with that.  And if he was right...<br/><br/>Opening the door to the back of the last carriage, he stepped into the larger compartment, his eyes scanning; skipping over empty seats...<br/><br/>...<em>there</em>.<br/><br/>Addison Snow was unmistakable.  In his own mind's eye, he described her as sharply beautiful--it might not make sense to anyone else, but it made perfect sense to him.  She was like a knife's edge to him, while so many others saw the very apparent softer, animal-loving exterior.<em>Wait, what?</em>Was he analyzing her?  Of course, his intellect was up to the task, but he'd hardly thought of her that way.  She was very easy to get along with, for sure...but there were aspects of her, things she'd never mentioned but he'd picked up on...yeah.  There were hidden sharp edges to her.  Maybe not dangerous to others...but then to who?<br/><br/>He sighed.  It was their final year.  Maybe he'd learn something more about her.  They had their connections, after all...<br/><br/>With that, he cleared his throat, and moved into the seat next to her.  "Hey.  Missed hearing from you."  He put one of his hands over hers, patting it carefully.  "You okay?"