<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/>The series of expressions that faltered across Addison's pretty face told him everything he needed to know, and more.  Before her apology dropped from her lips, he knew.  She had her secrets--he of all people understood that--but those were mostly things unspoken.  When it came to her face and body language...well...she wouldn't make a good poker player.<br/><br/>But when her fingers slipped between his he was caught a little off guard.  That wasn't something he'd expected.  Still, it was more in line with her personality.  He took her apology with a nod, noting wryly how he'd missed that accent of hers.  "It's okay...I just wanted to be sure you were safe."  He could have said<em>healthy </em>instead of<em>safe</em>, but it was purposely implied that there was more to his worry than just her physical well-being.<br/><br/>And if the reaction to his arrival was curious, this second response was downright alarm-ringing.  He couldn't miss the difficulty she had with explaining to him what had happened.  Cai had never met her parents, so he had little to go on, but putting her words and emotional state together painted a slowly-resolving picture.  He noticed more than anything the unfocused stare from those blue eyes, seeing past him, into whatever memory she was reliving.<br/><br/>"Hey--you're in one piece, right?  That's a good thing."  Unconsciously, his hand gripped hers, both more firmly and more gently.<br/><br/>It was when she finally, finally met his eyes that he was startled for a moment, though he didn't show it outwardly.  Something about their vividness and depth arrested him, as if he'd been given a glimpse into something more.  Her words brought him out of his musings.  The poke into his chest raised his smile once again.<br/><br/>"Yes, well...the Fez-ball.  Ahem."  he looked away for a moment, trying not to smile more broadly.  "You know, I don't know how to explain it.  Maybe it's the settling influence of Janus when he's around her, I can't be sure.  You remember that time he got into Ebo's tin of Jammie Dodgers biscuits?  It got me to thinking...'well, he's a ferret, he'll eat anything'...but then I really considered...so I decided, while he was with me this time, to test it out..."<br/><br/>He had a feeling that he was drifting away from his point, so he finally reached inside his pocket with his free hand, carefully, and began to extract the fuzzy mustelid.  As he emerged, it became apparent that his fur wasn't the only thing covering him.  Laying the snoozing ferret carefully on the carriage seat between them, he looked back up into Addison's eyes.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Fez_in_hoodie.gif)</div>"Kippers.  Really, I'm surprised I hadn't thought of it before.  You Icelanders eat a lot of seafood too, so I figured you must have given him harðfiskur or hákarl or something before, so...one morning I shared my breakfast with him.  Just the kippers, though.  Oh, was he a happy little lad.  He was asleep a few minutes later.  I tried it again the next day to verify my results...and voila.  So I decided to keep up the..."<br/><br/>Cai paused, and became aware of one more detail that he'd not explained.  "Um...the hoodie.  Yes.  It looked like it would come off brilliant on him, so...<br/><br/>He reached out and pulled off the hood, revealing a bit more of the sleeping ferret's wedge-shaped head.  "Honestly...I think he looks brilliant."  He paused again.  "And we match."  There was more than a little pride seeping into his words by this point, and, to be fair, his face too.