 Post 1, bow stuff ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Was all of his magical education going to involve actual manual labour? Rooney was sure he was supposed to be learning how to be an excellent wizard, and not the town's wood whittler. But, he didn't do well with complaining about a class -- unless it was Herbology and taught by Professor Myers. THEN he had a lot to say and could probably write a novel on it, which was a very good idea and would join his list of things to do. He would set himself the task of finishing it before Myers left the school, but given his questionable techniques and NOT LETTING HIM GIVE MISS SOPHIE BROWN ALL OF THE FLOWERS...well it wasn't likely he'd be here too long. Sorry Myers, goodbye Myers.
Enjoy no flowers.
NOW.. Rooney was extremely careful when it came to choosing his wood, and made sure to get in there quite quickly, rooting around and feeling everything to see if any of them felt any different to him. Which, he knew was a little silly, but if he needed the perfect wood then he needed the perfect wood. Wood feeling was a pain, though, and he made sure to avoid splinters by only touching and not stroking and whatever else was considered strange. But there, right at the very edge was a wood he went back to three times because it just didn't feel like the others. Actually, it felt lighter than the others, like it was the easiest for him to hold. The feeling didn't shout "THIS ONE" to him at first, nor the second time. But at the third, he took it from the pile and looked quickly at the stone to see the next step.
Sure, this one would be his.
Wood listening, however, was SO not something he was very talented at, and so he sat on the floor for a minute or two with the wood leant against a stone and he just watched it. Got to know it a little better. Became very acquainted with the colouring that changed from one end to the other. Thought it was interesting. All the strange things one would never admit to doing around wood. The second year rose to his feet after that whole introduction exercise and then placed a hand atop, and then pushed against the middle of it in hope for that...swivel thing it was supposed to do. Natural belly his backside. He tried a second time, this time grateful that he didn't look stupid and the wood did exactly what he needed. BELLY FULL OF LAUGHS, HAHAHA.
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